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dream like a yesterday

      daze of the week

we become eye

      starfish & spillage

      down in the brown creek

– perhaps a campanologist?

      strike while the iron

is hotter than a dwarf

all becomes drums

      paradiddles piddle

this is the song

      of a strawberry milksop

      shaking like a parcel

ticking ’til the boom

      blooming in late may

rogered by august

so the gibbons glib

      am-dram, thank you man

spoonerisms rule

      so we don’t five a guck

      interference here

cackles on the radio

      vindaloo in lieu

snap, crackle & poppadom

avalon me arse

      aardvarks love a scrap

books on every shelf

      dusted like the done

      flaming fat ladies

burn like pudding lane

      bollocks on the brain

but not a swan in sight

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