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ominous ( a nonrick )
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the milksops sobbed milk on this morn
as garden gnomes shat on the lawn
the sky roared jet black
as fork lightning cracked
a chartered accountant is born
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Art
don’t shout at cows
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don’t shout at cows ( some piffle )
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the toast has flown the hittites have fled when wednesday fell so thursday's brown bread then friday came & torched down the shed so marmalade is clutching at shreds the gatling's jammed the milkman is dead the eggs are vile & scrambled our heads it's all my fault the jenny wren said don't shout at cows shout at me instead ...
orange-scented owls
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orange-scented owls ( a ? )
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orange-scented owls holograms on holidays god is my almond ...
phantom salad cream
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phantom salad cream ( a shiteku )
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phantom salad cream wispy willow happenstance nutmeg overlords ...
ten onions &
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ten onions & ( a poem )
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ten onions & fresh turnip juice a newspaper or else - gazette a book of stamps, a phone number & all those who we've not killed yet the date today - not yesterday or last whitsun - that clarinet our middle names, our silly games & so we list lest we forget ...
cripes & out the other one
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cripes & out the other one ( a poem but there are worse things … )
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don't baffle the badger
or flummox the fox
don't puzzle the polecat
you'll give 'em the pox
don't bother the otter
or garble the lark
don't wobble the weasel
or things could turn dark
don't addle the adder
or tickle the toad
don't headfuck the heron
or you'll shit your load
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stoat songs of photons
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stoat songs of photons ( a little poem of mine )
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stoat songs of photons & smoked mackerel skies onions & bunions then blackbirds in pies omens as slogans at circa sunrise i sit & listen no music have i ...
humming at inquests
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humming at inquests ( a poem )
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humming at inquests & singing in court heckling weddings & burping in church wearing the wrong hat for wednesday - of course but faux pas in minefields are surely the worst ...
no one wet wipes
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no one wet wipes ( a ? )
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no one wet wipes along this elf but i, this broccoli ...
from great urns
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from great urns ( a smack my keats up versus the met office of a poem )
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scattered from great urns above us spattered bits in bursts of sputter grey meets green & other colours life & death are cousin-lovers staggers here & taps on awning chattered words & birds as warnings cakes awake & serpents yawning sprinkles on a half-baked morning pattered earth & maybe riddles jabbered codes of brainy fizzle muffled drops & building trickles listen to the summer drizzle ...
resarf poetry 