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shapes of apes ( a true story & poem in places too )

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the dales are ales & bursting birds

of bastard flaps & thirsting words

the ink is blinks & blank's the sheets

as weasels scheme & ladles stir


the morn is fawn & biscuit shades

of wanky wheat & sandy beige

the bonce is moors & bogs of peat

as teapots sing & august fades


the mouth is clouds & shrouded blurs

of citrus shreds & lemon curd

the dog is snores & depths of sleep

as talk is slurred & chimneys sweep


the trees are keys & plays unstaged

of secrets kept & wars yet waged

the hands are feet on vacant streets

the pith is chimp & shapes of apes

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