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there's trusted in thrusted & rusted in trusted with little adjusted one letter's deducted in haunted there's hunted yet just ice is justice & bus ted is busted i'm fucked done & dusted ...
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old king cole’s vole
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old king cole’s vole ( a p o e m )
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olod king cole had a randy pet vole & a randy pet vole had he said vole shagged cole's wife every night - at least thrice ( ! ) then it fiddled his fiddlers three ...
fan mail for the mayor
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fan mail for the mayor ( a p o e m )
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we scratch our itches, rub our sores
we stretch our stretches, yawn our yawns
we comb our chest hair - almost roar
then pay the gnomes to
mow the lawn
we write our fan mail for the mayor
we pause mid-thought on wobbly chairs
we inspect smudges over there
then think of nan's hips
whispered prayers
we plod through valleys in the rain
we whistle folk songs with no name
we catch our busses, miss our trains
then grief turn bleak - oh
who to blame ( ? )
we talk to no one in our homes
about the war then so-&-sos
we talk for days - they don't half drone
'tis tiring fair - time flies
time goes
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a common bond
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a common bond ( a p o e t i c a l )
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beauty is a ginger
bearded lady
in a tweed suit
on a misty whitsun-eve
drinking pop
in amongst the drizzle
smoking banana skins
grumbling in riddles
( i dream of her too )
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cloud shapes & snowflakes
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cloud shapes & snowflakes ( a p o e m )
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cloud shapes & snowflakes clues hide in pies traces of people lives, crimes & lies mankind's marked digits each is distinct secrets are published in fingerprints ...
the dog who wore clogs
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the dog who wore clogs ( a t r u e p o e m – s t o r y )
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there once was a dog a dog who wore clogs down streets he would trot with a clipperty-clop he must have been dutch or flemish, their such one day lightning struck then that dog was fucked ( r.i.p ) ... ( author nodes ) & the moral of the story is canine or otherwise rubber soles at all times please they may well save your life ( thanks ) ...
sunday is crumble
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sunday is crumble ( a p o e m )
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sunday is crumble with ice cream & frogs spawn long walks & bonfires & conkers & long yawns field dens & field days & balls that fly next door sugar & puddles nostalgia & dog snores ...
sunday strolls
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sunday strolls ( a p o e m )
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strolling passed them churches catching bits of verses carried as the wind blows hymns beyond their windows sermons, chapter-verses preach to me these churches every week they sing-so ( never tempt me in though ) ...
( in a nutshell )
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( in a nutshell ) ( a ? )
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hazel was stuck ( in a nutshell ) the almonds were almost ...
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transcend us a post-cardigan so speaks the p in ptarmigan as mirrors gaze bulldozers graze & steady stands that barbican your speckled land in mystery where eels are all but slippery where crows spin plates then murmurate - perhaps twitchcraft, black trickery ( ? ) a stick of rock would also do some earth samples, an autocue a tantalus an acanthus t'ra amor, adieu to you oh plus a kiss-me-kwick-fit hat some bits of brick & bric-à-brac an anecdote the antidote & then i may just feed your cat safe journey ( x ) ...
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