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budding song

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budding song ( gnos gniddub )

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daffodils emerge
underneath a silver birch
as the catkins nap

shoots of mutant green
soon is nearer than the moon
winter caught the clap

off a poet’s pen
when the weir is roaring forth
then the river knows

so galanthus snows
crocus croak a speckled ode
‘neath the gleaming crows

oh, the giddy ants
dance within me thermal pants
as the lamb tail’s sway

on the dozing trees
death is but a stepping stone
far-luh-lar-luh-lay

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frosty stuff

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frosty stuff ( ffuts ytsorf )

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frost souls wandering

frost within this labyrinth

with their finger’s frost

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frost by the wayside

frost with the dust on the breeze

frost like a caber

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all is frost over

frost in the sands of time

frost like me marbles

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frost but found again

frost with flocks of sheep

keys or a frost cat

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frost where it’s frozen

& jumping like a jack frost

frost upon high seas

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frost up in the air

& frost a pretty penny

not giving a frost

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frost & far from home

frosting an arm & a leg

then frosting a bomb

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making up frost ground

& frosting the great divide

frost in translation

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f l o a t i n g

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f l o a t i n g ( g n i t a o l f )

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f eathers on a breeze

wafting with the season’s sneeze

flowing over i

l ighter than a ghost

higher than a toking pope

milkman in the sky

o nce upon a when

up above a cul-de-sac

heading for the moon

a s the chemists gas

then forever’s bubbles blow

in a bright balloon

t o magiona

or a green & sylphid land

from the bland of men

i t’s a plasma thing

meditate & levitate

bring a pad & pen

n otice so the ants

in the bowels of now’s below

in the shrinking town

g oing with the fro

glowing in a phantom boat

never floating down

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nice swan, cyril

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nice swan, cyril ( liryc ,naws ecin )

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swan plus swan is two

swan flew over the cuckoo’s nest

yes, swan of those, please

it’s swan of a kind

swan love, swan life

swan in million

the swan with a waggly tail

swan is not amused

swan foot in the grave

the swan that got away

no swan’s fool

& swan for the road

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wednesday afternoon

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wednesday afternoon ( noonretfa yadawndew )

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wednesday afternoon
is dipping ginger nuts

in the vicar’s teacup
& watching the clocks

plodding like a slug
while the bus is late

like a dead actress
or a blizzard in june

furthermore she walks
up a muddy hill

underneath a buzzard
sploshing in puddles

strums a string vest
’til its out of tune

while the clouds growl
scrumps the doctor’s apples

types upon a qwerty
‘this is not my alphabet’

sweats like a führer
shivers in the mist

laughing with hyenas
high on nitrous oxide

as the earth whirrs
from noon until evening

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