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humming at inquests ( a poem )
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humming at inquests & singing in court heckling weddings & burping in church wearing the wrong hat for wednesday - of course but faux pas in minefields are surely the worst ...
Author: resarfpoetry
no one wet wipes
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no one wet wipes ( a ? )
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no one wet wipes along this elf but i, this broccoli ...
from great urns
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from great urns ( a smack my keats up versus the met office of a poem )
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scattered from great urns above us spattered bits in bursts of sputter grey meets green & other colours life & death are cousin-lovers staggers here & taps on awning chattered words & birds as warnings cakes awake & serpents yawning sprinkles on a half-baked morning pattered earth & maybe riddles jabbered codes of brainy fizzle muffled drops & building trickles listen to the summer drizzle ...
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a different toothpaste
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a different toothpaste ( a poem )
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ants in pants & phantoms three
jacobites & raspberries
aunties stuck down lead mine shafts
cowpats, hats & bramble trees
plastic maps & galaxies
huguenots & blackberries
westward ho! for stomach ache
nettle stings & fallacies
thoughts of socks & saxony
hoses trot to canterbury
lizards sing for liquorice
post-it notes & tapestries
random scraps of sanity
hedges, bets & strategies
puddles of a muddled kind
rainy daze & rhapsodies
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another limerick
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another limerick ( a ? )
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the gibbons blew ribbons of rust as tuesday was carrots & dust the otters were green the ants were machines when phonecians jiggled their nuts ...
everything is scunthorpe
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everything is scunthorpe ( a ? )
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everything is scunthorpe - oh, even poetry? poetry especially always quintessentially - how do you know this? angels came & sang to me in my earwig sanctuary very briefly thankfully ( - fair enough ) ...
bat flaps & hip flasks
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bat flaps & hip flasks ( a ? )
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bat flaps & hip flasks myrmidons make marmalade every pebble counts ...
cutlery
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cutlery ( a poem )
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all my knife i've been a spoon i've stirred sweet tea & supped hot soup i've seen great mains & puddings too so who the fork are you ? ...
hobby-cow
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hobby-cow ( because 586.3 is 89.7 too )
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then came that herd in bastard gusts of berserk rush they stood no chance their deaths were heard six miles away on pancake day collecting stamps ...
resarf poetry 