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of lower power
( dedicated to anyone else who’s a bit bunged up with a cold too )
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wake me up most things gleam thataways sundays creep in the vapour trails of saturdays walls hit heads white noise & fresh air please wake me up muse recharge these batteries ...
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tea ( & nothing else ) by egbert brew-haha
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yes there's always time for tea in mugs we sup delightfully all else it will desert us loved ones run off join the circus friends vanish like magic ghosts & faculties we all lose those down life's swanny - toodle-oo bollocks to it fancy a brew ? ...
borders they bring order by professor plum in the library with the candelabra
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borders they bring order
'til they border on disorder
& then cross that border
shades of mental-esque marauder
relax - smoke a daughter
sprinkle hopes with holy water
& then go out & get slaughtered
fucking monkey bollocks
borders
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lonesome like a lighthouse keeper by augustus carmichael
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lonesome like a lighthouse keeper in landlocked derbyshire there's a storm hitting the shore but it's no concern around here the sea is somewhere that a-way with rocks that wreck men dead there's mighty waves there's certain graves so i'm lonesome but i'm safer here instead ...
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( do you love a proper wobble ? ) by great uncle bulgaria, sw19
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do you love a proper wobble? not the jelly on yon plate or the panting sumo wrestler in a hurry - running late no as in the teeter totters peppered with swaying mistakes oh so many wonky pockets well you've come to the right place ...
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off & on job by melvyn maybe
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in my mind well there's this poem palpitations throbbing glowing intermittent sometimes showing random there's no way of knowing ~ mentals beckons is it snowing? cobwebs encroach grandma's sewing tax inspectors ill winds blowing off & on job coming going ...
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people who don’t wash their hands by pontius pilate ( junior )
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people who don't wash their hands are people i don't understand i'd rather give their skin a miss for fear of contact with their piss plus their shitty rancid bugs these plague bearers they pursue us extending arms ' how do you do? ' i refuse to shake hands with you ...
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( excuse me song by michaelmas filo-huff )
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save the pandemonium newtonian symposiums serpents stalk the less trod paths & aliens play euphoniums ~ my father was a potter my mother was an otter evensong is singing now so sorry for the bother ...
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tabloid tricks by nfwuhuhg8723.i6
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the actress & the bishop they were sitting in a tree this is an exclusive read it here exclusively ~ ' you know i have a wife dear? ' ' i killed my secret twin ' our squirrel spy-bot smirked a headline smasher of a grin ...
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not joking by knot joe king
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knock knock who's there? piss off don't care doctor doctor it's my health go online prescribe yourself ...
resarf poetry 