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free stuff  (  &  a l m o s t  a  p o e m  i n  p l a c e s  )

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well this poem is free

like the air that we breathe

nettle stings to the knee

herpes or leprosy


shit in skips dumped on streets

something about deep seas

birds, mountains or the breeze

bogof starting from g


found - picked lucky pennies

conversations with bees

plenty of galleries

or our hedge-foraged teas


scrumped apples for scrumpy

found wallets ( notes, many )

or a fucking oak tree

yes

this poem is free

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