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yesterday’s poem ( meop s’yadretsey )

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a florist sneezed

the fledglings flapped

it smelled of ants

in underpants

& pickled eggs

in cable cars

the night was dim

with sable stars

the dawn was yawns

of troubadours

with iridescent

interludes

but whenabouts

the paper came

the vicar kissed

a hobgoblin

the baker burnt

the macaroons

& garden gnomes

were far from home

the roads were carp

& cuttlefish

the bus broke down

a dowser drowned

as badgers slept

in woodland setts

a pigeon shat

upon my cap

so raining toads

by half past four

& everyone

ate flapjack

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