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( some call it gibberish ) ( author notes – i ****in’ wish … )
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mandates, marmosets dum-dee-dum-dee-dee-dum popcorn, leprosy my prize plums penguins, wishing wells wobble-wibble-wooh-hop barnets, barnacles bop-bop-bop flipflops, cauliflowers wabber-dabber-doo-dah cobwebs, fancy pants tra-la-la toenails, monoliths jibber-jabber-doo-doo dodos, bubblewrap yeah-yeah ooh ...
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foxes don’t wear gloves ( an old poem of mine )
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foxes don't wear gloves & i've never seen a bee don a bonnet - in or on it foxes don't wear gloves no, none of the above ...
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say it with chips ( some nonsense )
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out the blue - old chocolate blocks worn to this then falling off make a wish, a micro-wish shoulder fish upon your dish down they come in bits of shot battering the local shops cross your crinkled finger-tips spuds above & say it with chips ...
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part-digested noons ( a shiteku )
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part-digested noons regurgitated wednesdays unsettling times ...
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drub-a-rub-dub ( some shocking news )
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drub-a-rub-dub three men are entangled the butcher, the baker & the man who makes candle stick's - quick, call the press it's a bath-based scandal spotted in a tub - sharing soap bloody shambles ...
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too hot for xylophones ( eight lines of bellend )
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oh trombones be thy skies above as oboes - doze so in yon fields so it's too hot for xylophones but not too hot for glockenspiels ...
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bat flaps & hedgehogs ( a few lines inspired by the pic )
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there's bat flaps & hedgehogs & kicked balls for mad dogs as goosegrass is creeping that backyard needs sweeping the lawn is all rustic the shed door is busted the summer sun's leaving this garden in evening ...
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them & so & so ( too much truth )
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so speak to me of people
of people i don't know
of people that i'll never meet
like them & so & so
& leave no pebble unturned
unleash those anecdotes
it might look like i'm dozing but
i'm writing mental notes
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17/6 ( some largely-gibberish inspired ( ishly ) by the picture what i took )
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as d.js in p.js are dreaming in clichés i'm green-phased in three ways sweet f.a as leeway a field day not d-day nor sea change - the wheat sways a breezed wave - a heat haze neath branches the sheep shade ...
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ants in pants & raspberry rasps ( some literary jism )
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ants in pants & raspberry rasps ripples in time & pies in graphs skies in cloudy lemonade ale in drafts & maths in our maps frogs on logs & on in our jogs circles in crops & sods in odds quips in whipping creamy dreams geese in schemes & skeins in our plots poles up beans & gleams in our eyes muddles in whys & shite on flies days in sleepy weekly naps pigs with wings & truth in our lies buzz in bees & puzzles in trees monkeys in lieu & ticks with fleas thoughts of gravy stain our trains everything is where it should be ...
resarf poetry 