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erom & rehtruf  (  further & more  )

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kiss this river mist

grow your own toenails

these are the tails

of a comet in the pocket

of a cabbage in the attic

& a pillock on a hillock

in a green & pheasant gland

underneath a blue cagoule

of a hierophantic sky

so the scatters in a graph

stick like jam in odds ‘n’ socks

yet the music’s mutant glue

is the lane upon the rain

& a phantom in the fro

so the layman lasers ray

lemon cheesy breezes crow

like a scribble on the chin

or an otter on the sun

while a stegosaurus snores

in a hall of rubber walls

yet the bend is roundabouts

& a leaden pencil shouts

– unsung bookworms

squirming in my library

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