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peter panspermia ( aimrepsnap retep )

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foghorning forms

in the mizzle’s mist

      twisting like a plot

      on a morning plod

scrawl was never lost

potter in the frost

      quizzical in crisp

      antlers on a postcard

particles of light

parsonages, parsnips

      sixteen down

      a soldier in a gown

bluebells too

musical, this interlude

      dot them dots

      sings a fat bastard robin

moons on the rise like

flats or balloons

      spies the eye in me

      on this cosmic egg

space is shaping we

time is tea & crumpets

      buttercups blow like

      little yellow trumpets

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