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the ice age is coming ( tomorrow ) by doom mcgloom
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the ice age is coming ( tomorrow ) 'tis looming its cold's almost here it will get nippy circa mid-morning then stay for one thousand ( ish ) years the ice age is coming ( tomorrow ) so stock up on tinned soup & vests all earth will freeze deep sub-zero degrees so find a warm cave all the best ( x ) ...
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walking into autumn by bvhuy8.3
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as swans sing songs one ambles on still there somewhere as avalon or mysteries quite mistily broken biscuits or history this foggy path this soggy track is this a trick or just a trap? i am but stumped no hierophant am i so plod on with silence ...
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bedfordshire by tuesday’s serial-somnambulism
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i saw you in an atlas once oh bedfordshire since then i've known you're real what do people do in you thou bedfordshire how do they think & feel? i've upped some wooden hills to you to bedfordshire when tired - in need of sleep but that's just a saying not thee bedfordshire a true mystery to me ...
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kick it off by general vernon keepsake
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kick it off plug it in switch it on things begin warm it up watch it go stand well back it could blow or implode keep an eye patience you in good time working now for the best this machine does the rest ...
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planning
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roman town centres? i'm all forum ...
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the love-cycle of a metaphor by some tosser or other
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metaphor metaphwoar metamour metayours meta-aww metapause metadivorce metaupyours ...
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good evening edwin by juniper paradigm
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good evening edwin & how are those elbows? all twelve of 'em quite wonderful like velcro is god in his heaven? is bread in its bread bin? you're talking to yourself ( again ) so who the fuck is edwin ( ? ) ...
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pointy fingers by humphry sideways
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as the trees shed their leaves as they fade from their green as the mists they persist swallowing summer's dream as the daylight retreats to reveal winter's scheme blame autumn it's all autumn's fault ...
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bird unknown by the bill odyssey
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i heard a bird what sort of bird? dunno, it burred an obscured chirp of unknown bird un-named by words then it swooshed passed ( me ) as a blur ( ? ) ...
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for the love of chana by chick p
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chickpeas chickpeas hit me chickpeas chickpeas chickpeas lick me chickpeas chickpeas chickpeas strictly chickpeas chickpeas yes please chickpeas - cheque please ( ! ) ...
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