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eleven leavens ( snevael nevele )

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riddles in rummages, scribbles in the head

inking of phoenixes, bicycles ‘n’ bread

bumble on – bee a seed – ’til the deed is done

spurring as gingers burn in the summer sun

as the old normalzzzz falls, shuffled shackles shake

muffled men tumble then – time f’ tea ‘n’ cake

burst beyond songs of swans, inner pickles so

scrawling up rubber walls – all’s a ball of dough

rising like sirius or a runner bean

leap above terraces – on a trampoline

of a blue afternoon – shooting leaves of green

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