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lemon lententide ( editnetnel nomel )
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swans upon a blossoming boxing hares & swivel chairs bicycles & icicles cycles cyanide diabetic hierophant kiss the blizzard's lizard lips broken biscuit blitherings dog & bona fide catalytic christenings spin within the crystal air is there life on marzipan? lemon lententide flapping phantom handlebars purple myrtle myrmidons mercury's a silver stream rivers mystified ...
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another fucking leap year poem ( meop raey pael gnikcuf rehtona )
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january has fleas but february is feathery as spring sparks larks in march & april's acrobaticals with faith in may's eight maidens looping blooming june's moons higher in july & hopping forth in august 'til september's ninja squirrels & the bog frogs of october float over november's ghost december's dead - & then ( ? ) ...
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then in eleven ( nevele ni neht )
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elsewhere werewolves cymbals supernovas marbles lupins anthills avocado yodels crocuses diplodocuses ...
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daze of the week ( keew eht fo ezad )
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gravy train maelstroms mutant moon monday jumble sale foxtrot turn the shrew tuesday lemon curd bird bath feather head wednesday winter war roses inner-spin thursday blow your own gnosis hideaway friday ink in scrawl doses thatterway - saturday pickle under onion skin daze of the week blather green bean bag ( runaway sunday ) ...
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poem 2 ( 2 meop )
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woo-hoo & i feel osmium dysporium rhodium europium cobalt, tin or zinc ...
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revolution 432 ( 234 noitulover )
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seasons gleamings feathered friends dusters cauliflower cotton cloud clusters sputters utter spiders spin spirals pickled cabbage sandwiches cycles spins the middle of the month's morning crunching numbers thunder drums warning so, a poem rivers twist melons summer salad ballads suck lemons seven sisters cygnus sings swansongs silver bullets scatter graphs long johns startled starlings starting go's stopwatch pocus hocus broken toe hopscotch ... ~ ( author notes ) i stole the title of this poem from a book revolution 432 is the name of a chapter in the cygnus key by andrew collins a fascinating read which didn't really inspire this little scribble beyond me nicking the title but credit where credit's due as all forms of plagiarism are utterly deplorable ...
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i sigh with my spittle i – ( – eya elttips ym htiw ym htiw hgis i )
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i sigh with my spittle aye the lies in the eyes of woodland weasels the dung on the tongue of spineless spies bees in a sonnet & village busybodies barking at snarks & parping with parsnips flaps with the bats gaslights & gobshites spouting out venom & running from echoes the hare in a snare is their own silhouette ...
