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quarter past fuck knows  (  f o r  y e t i  &  n e s s i e  )

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quarter past fuck knows

weevils on a drunken eve

yawning morning dew


dial a sun, crow toes

spiral like an afternoon

dinosaur at two


bumblebees, breeze blows

robots on a roman road

clocks of cuckoo spew


burble 'erb - thyme flows

flapping as a pantomime

flying back to you

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