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this slippage ( these beats )
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cabbage damaged ditch coconut cracks - scarecrow itch fallow hallows witch on this fading page gluttons slurry glitch unicorns spawn - fingered stitch orange goblins twitch still the milkmaids rage ...
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this slippage ( these beats )
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cabbage damaged ditch coconut cracks - scarecrow itch fallow hallows witch on this fading page gluttons slurry glitch unicorns spawn - fingered stitch orange goblins twitch still the milkmaids rage ...
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smashing ( some poetry sheet stuff sheet poem )
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as fathead hemlock sparrows whales & cottage combat jigsaws snails as bootleg chieftains swarm the sprite & twenty werewolves probe the dales as blistered gypsies bumper balls & vacant hipbones portal walls as hittite hopscotch flops the night & heatstroke beeswax warps the sprawl as killjoy gymnasts blunt the quail & northern pinwheels stump the ale as hellfire hunchbacks guild the kite & sacred crayons rib the gale as shotgun whitsuns goat the scrawl & potluck penguins coat the shawl as freckled foghorns frog the blight i sit & watch - absorb it all ...
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magnetic headlines ( all the news you really to know )
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loophole pheasant beehives brute hothead goldfish transmutes flute chip shop flipflop hilltops slop biplane tyrants hogwash newt ...
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bother-spot ( your advert here )
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as laundry maids mangle & trespassers trample as tabloid scum scandal i dangle at angles as hearty shelves mantle & eggy codes scramble as connoisseurs sample i jangle me ankles as sequins all spangle & bracelets all bangle as birthdays blow candles i tried to feel thankful but delayed trains cancel & wrong'un folk strangle i dangle at angles some help please, i'm tangled ...
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stroll-stuff ( some pun-of-the-mill gubbins – twenty seventeen stylee )
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muddles in puddles & jumbles in socks
dawdles through portals & pennies in slots
sun on my earlobes
& wind up my nose
saunters through old haunts & vest strings in knots
dithers in rivers & riddles in keys
bubbles in bobbles & knobbles in knees
oh in my so-so
& on in my flow
shadows are breadcrumbs & questions are trees
pistols in pistons & crystals in rocks
ponies in shell suits & donkeys in frocks
search for those echoes
through to & its fro
poems are hidden in wheres & their whats
wanders in ponders & sonnets in bees
haiku in sky blue & bollocks in me
yon lie the meadows
yes, soon we are home
quibble in scribbles - so how did it go?
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the thousandth curse ( another sigh that somehow smiles )
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cotton blessed odd socks on the twinkles of my toes diverted traffic ...
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fuss bother fuss ( a true story about a twat )
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i'm not the bats within your eyes i'm not the facts that stick to lies i'm not the stoat within your throat i'm not the thunder in your thighs i'm not the wind within your whines i'm not the string that binds your twine i'm not what's flung when songs are sung i'm not your sadly absent spine i'm not the boars up in your skies i'm not the pork within your pies i'm not the oats that float your boats i'm not your flaming butterflies i'm not the war within your mind i'm not the thoughts from your behind i'm not the dung upon your tongue i'm not your phantom pantomime ...
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eater of words ( some sheet )
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lemon scented brigadiers kitchen sinking dragonflies diabetic satellites chariots & dynamite custard skimming cavaliers bread & dripping candlelight holographic parasites pigeonholes & appetites flagon slaying puppeteers heckle freckled samurais anacondas rhapsodise potbellies & jacobites bubble storming balladeers lily dithered philistines liberation lullabies alphabets & alibis ...
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boomerang ( some ropy verse for a wet wednesday )
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i am the spell that gave you hope i cured the pox that got your goat last boxing day neath skies of grey as holly wreathed & ivy moped i am the mist that brought you cheer last mischief night i fought your tears with disarray i fogged away then come dawn's yawn - i'd ruddy cleared i am those notes you sat & wrote to uncle fuss & auntie dotes then pancake day flipped tricks your way yet now i'm stamped in envelopes i am that key you lost last year on whitsun eve i vanished, dear to where i strayed? i cannot say but now i'm back - i've reappeared ...