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walking in the dusk trails ( a p o e t r y z )
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snails crunch beneath trod feet they don't watch where they're going blackbirds speak their last words wise owls emerge - all knowing night has almost woken streetlights resume their glowing walking in the dusk trails we're roaming in the gloaming ...
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other people’s odd socks ( a p o e m )
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other people's odd socks former pairs & lost twins turn up in me laundry appear in me washing there must be a portal a wormhole for odd socks don't knock it - it's free stock stock for me odd sock shop ( we're open ) ...
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the man with a mouthful of flan ( r o p y l i m e r i c k s r u s )
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oh the man with a mouthful of flan
yes his words are hard to understand
so he muffles his way
through his pastry-based days
conversate with this man - if you can
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mustard & gravity ( s o m e n o n s e n s e )
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keep it ropy sore eyed flaky soapy frog in throaty croaky whack that down roman nosy camels in the gobi humnpty dumpty floaty what then now? telephony obscured mascarpone lick me back - i'm toady owls 'n' vowels war aint rosy fire's poky yet cosy so time for a dozey ( dreams of thou ) ...
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the head of the hedge ( p i c i n s p i r e d p o e m z )
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dead ahead in the hedge on a hilltop mid fog is the head of the hedge in the realm of its hogs it's daft art most allege oft folk say - of some odd but with all bets hedged yes, this hedge is a god ( & my master ) ...
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that’s the badger ( s o m e v e r s e )
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as toads they crawl
as deer they stagger
& vipers stir
slithers the adder
as jacobs climb
up their stepladders
& crimz strut with
a certain swagger
as flies they hide
from the flycatcher
& fools blather
jibber then jabber
as raptors soar
& squirrels gather
i spot a brock
aye - that's the badger
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deserters from the circus ( a p o e t r y )
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deserters from the circus
sigh - but whither then from there?
perhaps the foreign legion
or we'll hide in woods somewhere?
plus there's always monasteries
for men or bearded ladies
exit now - pursued by clowns
for sanctuary & safety
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the strangest pair of boots ( a p o e m )
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old macdonald wore the strangest pair of boots but why? well, no one knows old macdonald wore the strangest pair of boots they were knee-high - knee-high oh ( ? ) ...
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bark ( s o m e w o r d s )
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bark up bark neath moon come dark bark it's free bark free take glee bark a lark but dogged oh bark bark nearly right wood wrong tree ...
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seasonal greetings ( a p o e m )
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first comes that spring - the cheeky twat its rebrands & the same old shat its bouncing green - that gleaming brat how do you do i cock my hat next summer swells with sweaty days where nature leads our sense astray into the glow of ways quite strange secret handshakes we ( shush ) exchange then autumn calls, we briefly hug as spores burst forth & all that stuff fleeting - it seems to be enough yet all must die so on we trudge lastly winter, my dear you're here all the others have disappeared we whisper waves of withered cheer 'tween precious breaths then fades the year ...
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