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inking not sinking ( gniknis ton gnikni )

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plod the trail of snail
once upon a chapter one
catch a passing tale

writing like a ghost
penning then of phantom friends
letters in the post

piffle on a pad
paddles up a squeaking creek
scribbles of the mad

tickle as a rib
in the static attic’s flap
dancing with a nib

rise ‘n’ take a sheet
wake the willing fool & spool
quill the incomplete

never-ending list
of a morning’s yawning spawn
pissing in the mist

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