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fair weather fucker fare (  t o d a y ‘ s  s h i t  i n  s h i t  p o e m – f o r m )

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where do these people come from

to walk here in this sun?

come warmish spring - they're everywhere

back in winter - there's none


i care not for part-timers

as nature never sleeps

i flee to fields to hear my thoughts

as mobs plod down the streets


in the village of strangers

it's very strange today

not strange like loads of raining toads

no, sadly not that way


'stead pavements crammed with randoms

the gawpy sort that stare

whilst clutching at their shit straws - yeah

fair weather fucker fare

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