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it’s crocuses ( sesucorc s’ti )
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rain but not a drop of snow thunder rumbles bonuses shimmer sun & dry the rain bursting birds of opuses pigs within a brightened sky eye & spy the notices trotters jog a memory fill the gaps as lotuses jangle keys & scatter seeds sesame & open this seven seas & lemon trees rosy dozy dosages sing a song of sink or spring fuzzes in the focuses scribble this & lick a toad box a frog - it's crocuses ...
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the clattertrap ( partrettalc eht )
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a gong upon a golden dawn as yeoman yoke & yokels yawn a toad upon a roman road the splatter of a natterjack a scrap within the afternoon as vicars kiss & lick the moon & snails are chasing wraiths away as maidens milk & pavements crack a button in the kitchen sinks a puddle bursts, an onion winks & covens in the oven burn the clattertrap - it sucks us back a squawk upon a silver eve as dragons snap & beetles heave the done of squall as squall is dung til bedfordshire & shit the sack ...
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flake news ( swen ekalf )
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so the goldfish are fed i've washed my mouth the house is painted that rash is back & snow fell yesterday ( honest ) ...
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live badger show ( wohs regdab evil )
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the stage is sett ...
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gooses step in boots ( stoob ni pets sesoog )
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thunder rumbles drums phantoms grey & fade in amongst the dales snails are on parade slugs are trudging mud silver trails of slime yonder is a swan cygnets ring & chime pigs are flying by finches flapping wings pippets puff a pipe ducks are plucking strings weasels reel a jig as the cockerels crow coots are sporting wigs horses snorting so badgers slap a bass adders snake a fist murmurings of bees buzzing in the mist voles are in the head buzzards strum the sun eggs are springing legs rivers on the run snarks are on guitar newts are tooting flutes february is shoots gooses step in boots down into the town underneath an arch beats on cobbles streets marching on til march ...
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spotted on this morning’s walk ( klaw s’gninrom siht no dettops )
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ten leopards a leaping a speckled, freckled frog three cheetahs in polka dots a cow upon a hillock's brow dalmatians & ladybirds poltergeists with chickenpox a hyena with a filthy rash & a teenager with acne squeezing in the mist ( underneath the sun ) ...
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frost property ( ytreporp storf )
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a yawn of fog & out the yard the daze is dark, the moon is starred as mountaineers we face the blear the puddles - rocks, the river's hard the grass is stone - a crunch is heard a groan of bone but not a bird is hymning in this misted dim us idiots are undeterred we slug a trudge - the dog & me as winters limbs are doddery when penguins prance & mammoths dance a rummage in frost property as poets squawk of summer's gold as circles churn - this song is old a frozen roam & then back home the kettle calls - it's fuckin' cold ...
