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the later fuddles ( erm )
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yes things aint what they used to do as things aint what they once were is what once were as was then what too before then which that then is this - but why? - ...
Author: resarfpoetry
that undercoat
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that undercoat ( a sunday story that’s only 1 day too late )
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god planned to paint over the white cliffs of dover magnolia - maybe ( ? ) or else sumit mauver ( ? ) or fluorescent tartan ( ? ) as white is quite spartan that undercoat stayed though let this true tale hearten ( all ) ...
ditch the punto …
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( ’nuff said )
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hedge pledge
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hedge pledge ( by sledge dredge wedge the 3rd )
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dead solemnly i hereby pledge my allegiance to all things hedge i fear most walls, trust not the fence we need something yes - hedge makes sense i'll trim 'em back, i'll clip 'em smart with nail scissors squint then it's art they'll bring me green, berries & knots defend the hedge or all is lost ... ( author notes ) knots = hawthorn blossom
the onions are pickled
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the onions are pickled ( some ? )
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the onions are pickled in my opinion mumbled humble pythagoras ...
upon addressing a rumour
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upon addressing a rumour ( some verse )
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dear utter shite
your wagging tongues
your poppycock
phenomenon
oh waspish ways
once i was stung
i felt it then
stop slinging dung
you need to feed
your stinking guts
- the gullible -
on them you must
'tis piffle-wank
no ifs or buts
so fuck yourself
thence suck thy nuts
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balls
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balls ( some balls-verse )
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balls, balls
it's all just balls
oh slimy crystals
yards & walls
balls, balls
leather on cork
& twats called jack
they're in your court
balls, balls
a bouncy spell
rubber, pig bladder
fucking hell
( yes )
balls, balls
& cheesy smells
so probably
bollocks as well
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keeping time
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keeping time ( a precautionary tale )
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i like to keep a spare afternoon in my pocket next to them keys which i always need & a pleasant evening around my neck kept in a locket ( only to be opened during emergencies ) ...
positive thoughts
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positive thoughts
( some non-offensive poetry but not poetry about the somme offensive )
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a treasure trove
of mauve is stowed
down there, somewhere
maybe
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( fuck knows )
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the land of sheep
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the land of sheep ( some shite )
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this is the land of sheep - 'tis true this is the land of rams & ewes each blurry spring as birds they sing the population mushroom-booms this is the land of sheepish folk bashful shepherds asleep neath oaks in pastures green ( sometimes serene ) as wolves in woollen clothes encroach ...
resarf poetry 