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i sigh with my spittle i –  (  – eya elttips ym htiw ym htiw hgis i  )

…

i sigh

with my spittle aye


the lies in the eyes

of woodland weasels


the dung on the tongue

of spineless spies


bees in a sonnet

& village busybodies


barking at snarks

& parping with parsnips


flaps with the bats

gaslights & gobshites


spouting out venom

& running from echoes


the hare in a snare

is their own silhouette


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