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limbo bingo ( ognib obmil )
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unsung songbirds
tungsten tongues
lumps in the gravy
two fat ladies
torn-up paper planes
beetles pushing dung
storms at sea
in a cup of morning tea
pan is alive but
still playing possum
gravel in me moon boots
shoots – but no fruits
tumbleweed high streets
bumblebee zeds
pebbles on a riverbed
blithers in the head
blethers in the heather though
trombone undertones
dogs in the wrong wood
shoulda woulda could
rocking horses snore so
plod the foggy moorland
four jackdaws
& a cow brown grouse
– house ( ! )
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😘
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