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shit sticks by ( dhwdwge367~ )
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if i had a magic wand i'd banish evil shit begone ( ! ) just peace 'n' peas the rest do one oh if i had a magic wand & if i had a magic wand i'd bang out poems all day long not this gubbins nah - proper ones i fucking hate magic wands ( x ) ...
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to do by penelope pending
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to do a list a seed or two a storm of sorts an acorn too to do a scheme first dream a dream then decipher what said dream means to do a plan so use your head steal a hen that lays magic eggs to do a list merge bits of gist with gibberish then make a wish ( x ) ...
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reunion
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graham's an accountant more grahams than most are rosie still has rosy cheeks a farmer's wife - ooh arr akbar's become maureen & gordon's still a menace lundy worked in media she's now the doge of venice camus works with camel humps & myrtle works with myrrh tabitha's still ginger so we still don't purr to her piss pot's on the porridge oats plus bugle's banged up too memories are made to fade who are you what d'you do ( ? ) ...
this is a y’oldey folk song
by misc trad’-aye
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this is a y'oldey folk song written by anon in the darker ages so join in - sing along this is a y'oldey folk song nan will know this one bits of it are missing but still it carries on ...
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all schooled out by dangle dingle dingle dangles
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if poetry told you to jump off a cliff onto the hard rocks oh so far below or rob a bookies stockings 'n' sawn-offs ' give us your money ' I hope you'd say no if poetry told you to throttle mother then your stepbrother in some mad kill fit then please ignore it poetry's wicked the dark beyond us a true little shit ...
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cloud folk portent ( ? ) by brush as a daft
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whilst gazing up this afternoon i saw a cloud that looked like you she had your eyes & sad ears too also the same fuck off tattoo on her forehead then off she went then merged into the duke of kent features clash-smashed twisted & bent was this some strange cloud folk portent ( ? ) ...
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this desk aint a desk by ssh, you’ll wake the others …
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things need to be done but all that can wait this desk aint a desk until i'm awake this desk is a bed blank a4 sheets - sheets so i rest my head & catch up on sleep ...
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i could have been a candlemaker … by ethelred the unsteady
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oh i could have been a candlemaker & worked with wicks 'n' wax then sold 'em off in my candle shop but the gods they sent me on another path ~ i could have been a candlemaker thence brushed shoulders with the greats all would know me mister artistry mister blow me once a year on birthday cakes ...
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balance sing time by offa’s dichotomy
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soon the clocks they go back yes it won't be long & when they do i'll sing the clocks they go back song then when they go forward as them evenings re-emerge i'll sing the same song again but with the words then in reverse ...
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flying-low song by manfred von richthofen
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sometimes when i say ' hello ' i'm accidentally flying-low i am not a pervert - no my dodgy zip might be one though when i realise - up it goes & then red-face i leg it home then cry & wonder all alone do zips have filthy minds of their own ? ...
resarf poetry 