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dearest jenny lind, ( s o m e b o l l o c k s )
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dearest jenny lind, i'm in your fan-fanfanclub though folk say you sang like a nightingale but i prefer them nightjars barn owls & your fans dearest jenny lind, often things get sticky all is saunad through too hot then for abba minecraft or ikea then come wafts of you ( x ) ...
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scrawling’s calling ( a rhetorical question in disguise ( as a banana skin ) )
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wake the dog up, ring a friend
tell a stranger - inform them
tell the ladies then the men
tell the buzzards, tell the wren
tell the farmer in his den
tell his sheep, his cows & hens
tell your barbie - tell your ken
tell the dinar, lek & yen
tell little john, tell big ben
find a mirror - tell yuh sen
shout at khaos, psst at zen
tell green bottles - yeah, all ten
tell the big-eared folk of fens
tell that real world & pretend
scrawling's calling in the glen
bring a notepad
& a pen
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just tea here ( b u t n e v e r a p o l o g i s e )
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not much stirs inside of my mind scraps of words it's all i can find just tea here there's sunshine outside leave me be i pull down the blinds ...
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cherry pickers ( a ? )
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yellow digits hairy fingers part-okapi heavy hitters sweaty bullocks frilly knickers scrumping heaven beg to differ many pennies haunted lingers strong & steadfast doric pillars sane as rain so patter-pitters berry nickers cherry pickers ...
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snare rush ( a n o n r i c k )
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oh mostly things happen too soon the six o'clock news was at noon but lunch was still late at roughly half eight then dawn & i gawped at the moon ...
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you have my harp ( a ? )
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as day turns dark, birds merge with bats as twilight flaps its blackish wings you have my harp - i want it back don't fiddle with my well-strung strings as great moons loom in vague blue skies loose change is but my total wealth i am not rich, no spoils have i you have my harp go pluck yourself ...
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the voice of the county ( s o m e o ‘ t h a t – y ‘ t w a t )
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bakewell tarts & cable cars corrugated stable barns field shelters - hills with farms sheep & ghosts fleecy yarns soothing bowels & wershrew howls dark satanic old mill towns thermos flasks - tawny owls bubble bath snazzy towels much ado at bussy queues polished shoes & muddy boots some dog shit - john is blue hoppy ales blurry hues drystone walls & sore eyed highs salt earth, landlocked mackrel skies o.s maps - wheres & whys je suis x so say i ...
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with half an onion in my pocket ( a p o e t r y o f a p o e m )
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breezing down the lanes with half an onion in my pocket wafting as i go my shiny stainless steel spokes gleaming here today as eyeballs hang on in their sockets weasels wave hello & so too do the stoats bees buzz through my brain with thoughts of yellow jerseyed comets dandruff versus snow those off-beat bicycle notes trees leave unexplained as brakes say nay - that pace won't stop it upward's crawl was slow but everything since floats ...
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talkin’ rhubarb ( p r e d o m i n a n t l y p i f f l e 2 0 1 7 )
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talkin' rhubabrb, stems & stumbles apples rotten? mustn't crumble pips & slippage, turns & tumbles extras, custard, mumbles - jumbles bloody mondays - ganders flustered scissored ribbons, colonel mustard in the vestry with the buzzard anne of cleves plus mother hubbard roman nosedives sniffing petals stinging nettles sing of kettles dust is swirling - no snow settles stick to script & wing a medal trust no pastry or pacemakers dodge the jam man, buy a paper start a puzzle, finish later add some years then meet thy maker ...
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welly wang ( a ? )
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eels in cable cars jesus christ the poltergeist badger mutations ...
resarf poetry 