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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
...
Deep poem. Loving the articulation of this piece. Keep up the good work. Hope to see more from you. 😊
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thank you, nice 1
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you are welcome 🙂
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