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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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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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let there be bollocks
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let there be bollocks let there be light let there be otters tossers & shite let there be permits let there be ale let there be scandals sandals & snails let there be blizzards let there be sun let there bee honey yes - all shit puns let there be elbows let there be toes everything - fuck it go with them flows ...
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write yourself normals by resarf legion
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poetry, tea & me or should that be i? do we disagree? who's we? they whisper from within - d'you see? poetry, tea, the others & me ( x ) ...
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wanker on a tag ( for **** * )
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fresh out of the slammer it's the wanker on a tag showing off his new toy watch the fucking lowlife brag he only hits women couldn't fight a plastic bag but in his head he's the man with his special wanker tag ...
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stranger than dreams by fuejjb72.6p~y~lww
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i seem to awaken at the most obscure of times in the uncharted waters science cannot yet define ( where ) all clockwork is bollocksed by this baffling oblique force that pervades then so i go back to sleep ...
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god is chocolate by ndwu3hr73g42yv
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god is chocolate eat god's flesh absorb god's choc divineness stick it in your mortal gob become a choc demigod on the sofa in your home transcend 'til you're sixty stone of beached whale with heart disease hallowed be thy arteries ...
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where echoes go by emperor allen key
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i need to know where echoes go so i can finally sleep i shout 'em down y'old village well it's one hundred feet deep they bouncy-fade they tease me so then silence sans a clue as feck knows knows where echoes go but someday i will too ...
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( advertisement ) by ( inverted steam )
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wind-up poem pull its string on said back of poem thing watch it whirl a wordy prance automatic versey dance wind-up poem yes - it's real like conger eels or chesterfield it may explode at any time so yours for only five nine nine ...