scissor kicks

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scissor kicks ( skcik rossics )

tarred but infeathered

      farting like a marsh

as the spanners dance

      with the ghost of broken biscuits

weaving inbetween

      see the forest flap

fly with bingo wings

      monday is an urban myth

fellow geminis,

      is there life on marzipan?

where the air is beans

      or a shade of shitehawk

walking up the walls

      with a nuthatch swagger

on the eighty eighth of april

      with a parsnip up my arse

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