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’tis curly spring  (  a  p o e t r y  )

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'tis curly spring - the crocus crows

& quivers speak the sea

it's pearly birds - too spoon the rose

as scissors squeak the bee


'tis songy sing - a walrus dawns

& warbles in the whist

it's donkey wings on peasant morns

as morsels door & twist


'tis eggy legs - the chaffinch church

& swan the blossom buds

it's messy heads - the serpent purrs

as otters spur the mud


'tis pearly maze - the raisin fries

& thunder wheels the scars

it's swirly days - drey eye to i

& slummer steams so star

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sleep’s feet  (  a  s h r e w  t a i l  )

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i whipped the lea of bend's the lane

as silver spits the spoon

that bulls the wool & wolves the brain

& spins the inner-loom


i chime the tor of chips of moor

as yonder fox the hare

above the hood of bile's the boar

& straw the squinter air


i snake the veil of quiver mist

as shepherds shake the trees

until the gull- a dove - it shits

& snail the lemon seas


i scrap the scrawl of discant sands

as phantoms light the knight

& swan in song of mirror-lands

as badgers fry the kite


i crow a pear of apple wings

& fluster up to mars

as candles spring of waxen things

as shingle toes the stars


& squall within my hammered head

as puddles sheep the stream

a shuffle in a crackered bed

a cabbage in

a dream

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