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it’s ten ( t e n l i n e s o f t e n s y l l a b l e s r e t e n )
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green gleams the bottle & speckled's the hen frog hops the throttle as piss squids the pen dowsers in trousers & farmers in dens downing street's weasels are marching again clatter commandments & flutter's the wren butter's the nutter as clutter's the zen fingers with thumbs in plus extras in fens looping the yule lords when leaping the glen over october in inkblots & then onto eleven etc. - it's ten ...
Beautiful poem.
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