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see yuh then … ( a c o n t e m p o r a r y s h i t e – t r i c k )
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from the tip of a tongue, from the nib of a pen as a unicorn roars toodleooh - see yuh then in the squint of an eye, in the scratch of an ear or the twitch of a nose this poem's disappeared ( gone ) ...
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drama queens ( a s h i t e b u t t r u e p o e m )
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us dumb apes live in bubbles some efforts then their muddles a green shoot, a new dawn calls ( ? ) then bliss - the same old struggles such storms within these bubbles we live to feel their fuddles a bubble burst yet that's far worse that's actual fuckin' trouble ...
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winking through the afternoon ( a ? )
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we're winking through the afternoon we're grown adults - its sad but true we're winking through the afternoon so watch where it goes - it might get you we're winking through the afternoon with ninja flicks, spin from the wrist we're winking through the afternoon we're playing games of tiddlywinks ...
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answers on a postcard ( a t r u e s t o r y )
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in this morning's post came
answers on a postcard
seventeen, red, tannin
scarfell pike, the coastguard
wensleydale, the shell suit
eight point two, a souffle
dick turpin & turnips
coots when wearing toupees
the friekorp & carrots
weasels, scurvy, herpes
mercury & parrots
mister topsy turvy
twenty six & nimrod
ishtar, indigestion
i assume their answers
unsure of their questions
( ? )
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the gate-rule-code ( s o m e v e r s e )
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trespassers will be spotted
then swatted like a fly
plod free but respect boundaries
within this countryside
so leave open gates open
& keep them closed gates closed
climb at their hinges ( if needs be )
this is the gate-rule-code
or sheep flocks will get muddled
cows will follow you home
the farmers will retaliate
stay thinking as you roam
enjoy these fields & pastures
their changes through the year
yet keep in mind all of this time
you're far from alone here
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( burst brief a ) ( a b r i e f b u r s t )
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as swarms of gnats some force attacks all waterfalls fucked cataracts then energised dead anti-cripes in three come thee three, six & nine so bother gongs 'til swans sings songs & otters gasp as bats hang on a grey horse plays a cor anglais blame entropy & nature's way ...
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shafted ( a s p l o d g e )
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all was not what it seamed so now we're shafted - down we go into the inner-pit this colliery has a mine of its own ( ? ) ...
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a balancing act ( s o m e ~ & ? )
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roofed above & green its leaves nature's thatch its branches weave denser now well spun in spring come the sun this woodland dims ( ? ) ...
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a muffled buzz ( a ? )
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a muffled buzz - hark from the sweaty, ugly palms of the bee holder ...
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free stuff ( & a l m o s t a p o e m i n p l a c e s )
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well this poem is free like the air that we breathe nettle stings to the knee herpes or leprosy shit in skips dumped on streets something about deep seas birds, mountains or the breeze bogof starting from g found - picked lucky pennies conversations with bees plenty of galleries or our hedge-foraged teas scrumped apples for scrumpy found wallets ( notes, many ) or a fucking oak tree yes this poem is free ...
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