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may’s my queen  (  neeuq ym s’yam  )

…

blucher boots on dawning dew

romp upon the sodden earth


sodding england's pheasant gland

'pon the grass & lamb shat


sploshing swans before the yawn

shapes of blake's jerusalem


hymn above a villaged mist

irk the curtain twitcher crypts


kiss the sylphid mizzled fist

'til the clouded crowns unshroud


as the phantom sniffle's fib

speckle then in mutant blues


gold beyond old april's piss

pastoral, this flaming sky


shining like a laser beam

fuck the windsors - may's my queen

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