to short a long story cut

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to short a long story cut ( tuc yrots gnol a trohs ot )

on a cold, dark horse
in the middle of the mist

chips ‘n’ cheese
with mushy peas

chapter thirty three
down in the treehouse

said the pheasant god
with a glowing grin

open up the bakers
& let the bread times roll

more tea, curate?
sang the unifawn

when they all ate cake
up the chimney stack

chapter forty four
strawberry fieldmouse

fifteen men
on a dead man’s vest

climbing the trellis
christ in a nightie

chapter eighty eight
two fat ladybirds

six mumps later
& rubella’s still not rang

tuesday’s tongue
tasted of marmite

one pavarotti
& twenty seven squid

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