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bardic is a barn
rusty in places
shelter for the sheep

mangles on their breath
wurzels & turnips
rustic bumpkin songs

rise before the sun
glorious each morning
gladder than priapus

trudge a lonely so
jill up a molehill
jack in the greenhouse

yawn a gold before
far from the town where
steve became eve

where the blue haired croon
of albion’s erasure
with a tea towel scarf

fly like a white dove
from the warring words
of their melting pot mouths

bee another breeze
in the dilly of the valley
& the dally of time

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