excuses, excuses, excuses, excuses, excuses

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excuses, excuses, excuses, excuses, excuses  (  ?  )


silage is golden

the dog ate the silage

freddie starr ate my last rolo


then


i fell into a puddle

on a rainy daze

in gloucester

& met suranne jones

& a narwhal from atlantis


so


it's pantomime season

& the garden gnomes are wassailing


-


moles are the only true

ground breakers left


but


if i were a ptarmigan

in a tartan cardigan


~


cows keep mooing

mooing

the goalposts

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