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the turd wave ( evaw drut eht )
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waking as the pastures baa
nature is a morning star
walk before the sun is up
rising like a buttercup
with a camera & a pen
breathe beyond the lies of men
butterflies & bumblebees
blossom petals on the breeze
listen to the bells of blue
knelling not of mutant pooh
hit the hills & dance with ants
as the normalz shat their pants
hare the air & scribble on
plod a song – on airstrip one
wander from this sinking shit
– doris johnson is a tit
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Interesting couplets. I read the poem with it’s rhythm and ended with a smile.
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