Author: resarfpoetry

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loving the geranium

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loving the geranium by 9 lines of something or other inspired by a flower

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good evening wembley stadium

ye aliens & albanians

some nuts are macadamia ( n )

some societies - fabian

the countryside's arcadian

my cranium glows - uranium

some old walls are named hadrian

( i'm )

loving the geranium

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orangey apologies

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orangey apologies by f7863.rynz9 ( 30 second scan )

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i find myself quite stuck

when penning poems

re the orange



the closest rhyme

that i can find

to orange

is porridge



& then of course there's forage

& borage

& cottage



which are all a bag o' wank

so i curse thee orange







p.s

sorry

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i want to be the archbishop of canterbury

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i want to be the archbishop of canterbury by jesusdranktea ( 1readminmax x )

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i want to be

the archbishop

of canterbury

yep that's always been

my hope


i'd swan all robed

( like )

from parish to

 parish

check me - the c of e pope


i want to be

the archbishop

of canterbury

maybe i will be

someday


you shall obey

( me )

now bring me more

brandy oh

now bow your heads let us pray


now bow your heads let us pray

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also i write love poems

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also i write love poems by dame barbara fartland

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also i write love poems

but they're sentimental

so you'll never read them

& they're slightly mental



other poets bother but

then they always bore me

write some silly bollocks

tell a silly story



i think when i read them all

without really caring

i now know you're dead dull

so thanks loads for sharing



also i write love poems

oh sweet heavens above

but i'll spare you that much

that my dear is true love

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this quiet life

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this quiet life by trad anon (under a minute read or your time back for free !)

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( it's too early )

for bat swarms

or bat flaps

or catnaps

or nosebleeds

or whisky

or fallouts

or mishaps



or cross stitch

or llamas

or scared crows

or farmers

with shotguns

they'll harm us

like clocks

they alarm us



or plum jam

or ghost tales

or nightjars

or toenails

or shits

in a bottle

or norway

or folk tales



or wetwipes

or dry ice

or tamed seas

or wild rice

yes right now will

suffice

this here

this quiet life



( ssshhhh )

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sign language

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sign language by no sneezing on platform 4

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broken english

english broken

read these words

they speak

unspoken

sometimes symbols

often omens

portents

this closed

shop is open




wet paint road works

slow cones hotline

subcon

scious sponge

brains?

they've got mine

no poets

caution please

land mines

sign language

the language

of signs

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there’s a diary in my mind

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there’s a diary in my mind by little samuel bo pepys

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there's a diary in my mind

it saves on space & writing time

ive kept one since the age of five

the annals of

this life of mine



each night before i go to bed

i think some more things - thoughts are shed

into my diary else instead

perhaps the journal

in my head

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