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in a field upon a hill by 4 couplet read
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in a field upon a hill feeling old november's chill tickling my cloud white bones glimpsing mist in valleys low that once were here - we've since climbed aye, spot on ( concurs the mind ) darkness falls - i squint for views ( i've a warm home to go to ) ( ? ) ...
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this writing lark by 8 times 2 lines of read
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this writing lark themz mentals quills our rich patrons some thrills - neck frills our learned peers a good egged bunch we discuss art over some lunch my latest dirge was inked for thee we shall not speak of dysentery our libraries our antique desks our fantasies fill in the rest ...
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arklife by 23.8 second read ( x )
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the day is wet day woke up wet a drenched dawn yawn it's not stopped yet this rain shall reign well beyond dark it's biblical let's build an ark so grab the dogs a cat or two some planks 'n' nails get bangin' you as tis a wank shit-piss-soaked morn & don't forget those unicorns ...
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menuday by 16 lines of bellend united f.c ( for the cups, all of ’em )
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with morning as our starter we shall hereby eat today taste fresh rush hour fogged-soup as glum people make their way to circuses & foundries as a lone thrush busts a tune & then for our main we'll have a sunny afternoon with all of its rich trimmings go on - why not? let's indulge brief showers then rainbows nice 1 - feel our tummys bulge & lastly for our pudding we'll have something of night's time darker than all chocolates oh & you can choose the wines ...
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simple pleasures by 3 line read
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two tawny owls just sitting on a branch having a hoot ...
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jesus christ streetlight ( ? ) by marjorie flan-based-lifeform
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the animals they gather on this old cobbled lane there's something in its glowing all that science can't explain cats, rats, bats plus toads they stare on this november night is it all done with mirrors? is this streetlight jesus christ? ...
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i so chose to procrastinate by 12 line read
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i so choose to procrastinate i fiddle with scraps on my plate as cities stew & nations hate fuck-all calls don't exasperate as wars rage on - poverty grows as glaciers melt i twiddle toes these tumbling spirals we all know too oft ignored so down we go ...
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a night storm by michael’s fishy
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it came from the south it came from the west it first twatted cornwall then devon was next it spread like herpes in a monastery it battered them hatches it shat on them trees which bothered them owls as it was then night all them phantoms cowered in fear of its shite things cleared by daylight still of wind or rain just blue skies 'n' sunshine please come back again ( x ) ...
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( always gorse ) by mariana trench-foot
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consider them vikings & all things norse steganography & codes of morse greeks bearing gifts that trojan horse & then of course there's always gorse ...
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