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a pebble for your thoughts ( 8 lines )
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a pebble for your thoughts assuming you have any a nice ripe shiny pebble ( sigh ) i spent away my pennies to a persuasive sort which may sound sadly tragic but he gave me these pebbles apparently they're magic ...
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ungrazed knees ( a brief seasonal jaunt in that there rhyme )
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then winter fell with ungrazed knees some bells did knell unleafed the trees their branches bare - our numbing toes it's everywhere a white cock crows i think of she, he & then them sequentially goodwill to men excluding scum & wrong'uns too no insects hum no bluebells blue our lucky scarves & uncursed gloves look - a buzzard soars high above with ungrazed knees aye winter fell i hope it treats you kind & well ...
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( soup issues, a brief poems )
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too many cooks they ruin soup the same applies to chefs with toques or is that broth? but broth's a soup dotage pottage that tinned stuff too you've plot the lost - i've lost the stock then chefs descend the broth is off as horses drink from led-to troughs & leopards once more change their spots ...
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{ with an acorn up my sleeve by lines read 12 of }
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with an acorn up my sleeve i'll pluck a hat out this rabbit doves appear as if by sneeze when i achoo fuckin' 'ave it i need no dry ice machine piss into ale reet - nice one - peace with an acorn up my sleeve but not a trick or handkerchief ...
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hazel ( a short burst )
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your eyes are almonds & they glow quite green as the pistachio your sneezes too they follow through a-a-cashew - cashew? bless you your walls are loons as raving peas your home too has mad cow disease all it adds up - no ifs or buts my dear hazel you're fucking nuts ...
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thorntree lane ( a brief poem )
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i thought of you on thorntree lane there was nought in the way of rain the sky was dry - unstirred the drains no ghost emerged on thorntree lane there are no trees on thorntree lane not much beyond the shut café as then 'twas night not t'other - day no owl did hoot on thorntree lane there are no thorns on thorntree lane this funny name eludes explain i pause & feel my tickled brain it thinks of you oh thorntree lane ...
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my anorak mind
( the following poem is unsuitable for those with anoraknaphobia )
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my anorak mind is quite anorak-inclined & often said-mind guides me with its anoraky signs forces i can't fight oh - lest begin to explain compelled i pen a poem about stamps, igloos & trains ...
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monkeys in helicopters
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monkeys in helicopters army ants in army tanks stoats afloat on norse long boats & giraffes in hovercrafts ...
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needles in haystacks ( a brief rant )
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needles in haystacks knitting take that maybe payback needless needles somewhere in haystacks somewhere maybe gravy on your collar staining your haystacks in needles somewhere maybe weasels with straight hats & face masks knitting somewhere plus straw too in haystacks ( keep looking ) ...
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do sphincters speak in riddles ( a 4 quatrains of ( a ? ) shite ( read ) )
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this blue van is reversing this man wants compensation this man wants reimbursing the shits want constipation the weir is overflowing down dale it's pissy drizzle up in the peaks it's snowing do sphincters speak in riddles? of lynxes & of sphynxes flighty & quite magical unlucky are jinxed winches minstrels speak in madrigal of cranes & jigsawed muddles as sundries lie in waiting the many fucking puzzles as day is just awaking ...
resarf poetry 