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armchair critics ( scitirc riahcmra )
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her cabriole legs
are different lengths
she wobbles like
an old school desk
the welt is worn
the stitching torn
the springs have sprung
like a fat man’s mattress
the cushions don’t match
in fact – they clash
she smells of cat
& geriatric admirals
her stretcher x
has snapped in two
so vees instead
her apron’s stained
her manchette arms
are squeaking beasts
if sat upon
she creaks a shriek
so all in all
a trendless setter
i’m no carpenter
but i could do better
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resarf poetry 
I love the artwork on your blog so much.
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thank you
a lot of the photos are a bit ropy
but it’s all original stuff
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I love the the way you edit, it’s very appealling. I do edits too, I should do more for the blog. I usually just use free stock photos like most people, maybe my art.
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d.i.y
it’s the way forward
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Also, the poetry, of course. I’ve been so scatter braines
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thanks for reading some daft
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