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tomorrow never nosedive ( evideson reven worromot )

…

no rogue meteor
or oak tree fall

on the trundle-trudge
of a morning walk

no thanks, cyanide
i prefer almond milk

in my tea or chai
stirred anticlockwise

busses will obey
the meantime’s table

perhaps i’ll catch a nap
but not the dreaded clap

no toad blizzards
or frog downpours

will croak on drown from heaven
& pop my cotton clogs

poets on a rampage
quills as sharp as hen’s teeth

can run into each other
& leave us scroats alone

let the buzzards buzz
& so the stoats will float

lark the dark away
death should go on holiday
…