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career-change
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jesus was a carpenter he sawed & worked with wood unlike his stepdad joseph he wasn't very good his wank doors always jammed so barren were his pockets he never made a profit ( so ) he became a prophet ( sorted ) ...
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career-change
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jesus was a carpenter he sawed & worked with wood unlike his stepdad joseph he wasn't very good his wank doors always jammed so barren were his pockets he never made a profit ( so ) he became a prophet ( sorted ) ...
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sieve-divs ( some almost poemz )
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remember, remember your name & address please write it on your hand later you'll forget then you could be me then then's anyone's guess let scrawled ink preserve us preserve & progress ...
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pine cones ( some o’ that … )
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pine cones rhinos tough them mind-zones pine cones rhizomes hi-fi ozone cone pines confines white noise red whines cone pines home time? time for home? ( mind your own ) ...
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my happy chinese new ear ( a true tale of exchanged-organs )
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the joys of confucius & stir frys i hear so smile with my chinese happy new ear ...
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rebel rambles ( a poemz )
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it's nor wet - it's soggy fields boggy - morns foggy no rain the earth's quaggy wear wellies - fuck brollies - ...
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fiction world ( some hurrnnfff & therefore )
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life is not a novel
chapter seventeen
grandma has exploded
how now brown cow's green
bishops keep imploding
the crown jewels have gone
everyone's bewildered
so we carry on
hunchbacks on a bender
joseph's lost in dreams
bits of this are borrowed
all's not what it seems
typewriters are singing
singing inky songs
our insides vibrate with
books in everyone
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a quick thought for the almost ( some poemz )
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just a quick thought for the almost the ones that nearly did it but dot-dot-dot like vercingetorix or captain robert falcon scott ( your efforts have been noted ) ...
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the power ( 3 fully-ultima-charged-lines )
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showers & ballads ballads & showers - feel the power - ...
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splash the cash ( 5 daft-lines loosely inspired by the pic )
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rob a riverbank with a bb gun your money or meanders then go on the run - splash the cash - ...
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the corduroy years ( a niche-yawn )
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& so then things wrote of the corduroy years with fettled head as blue tits fed from yon bird feeder as the curtains twitched with sacheted cups hot, cheapskate sups of shite poundland fare passing sirens blare another pen stops working then then the doorbell rings & a dodo sings of easters nu rebooting spring ( already? ) ...