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otters in lockets ( a n y o n e c a n d o h a i k u )
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otters in lockets in pocket universes god has no armpits ...
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otters in lockets ( a n y o n e c a n d o h a i k u )
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otters in lockets in pocket universes god has no armpits ...
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an oak tree on saint george’s day ( s o m e s h i t )
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an oak tree on saint george's day no dragons though stay on your guard so grab a twig then sharpen it yeah, watch y'self dragons are hard & think of poets as we go a-wandering for country yards bill s. is born - bill is no more the bard is dead long live that bard ...
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all the kitchen foil ( a h m m m . . . )
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all the kitchen foil & that sparkle in your eyes plus the moonlight's vanished too ( those bastard magpies ) ...
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sunday morn verse ( s o m e p o e t r y – s h e e t )
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as sundries call & nymphs blow horns & bollocks itch beyond the dawn look feathers fall on fresh mowed lawns perhaps it's snow? unsure is morn as too am i - the ghost of why ( ? ) gazes on all with wonky eyes please simplify - gods of the sky my chin's still there & chins don't lie the kettle sings of nettle stings & gammy toes then pleasant things unsettling yet bettering somewhere light bulbs are questioning my head is sore - all rocky tors cold custard skins & wild bore gores i plead no more yet on she roars oh poetry you fucking whore ...
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oh to be a pony ( s o m e s t u f f )
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oh to be a pony grazing by the gorse in lush pastures where i'd feel a little horse not a little hoarse though shite jokes? neigh - begone doctor, doctor - piss off vets & all do one ...
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sheep shearing season ( f o l k p o e m s t i l e n o t s t y l e )
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it's sheep shearing season since bleak season's stopped barring the odd light frost so fleece off them flocks it's sheep shearing season that time of the year so round 'em up, dip 'em then shear shepherds shear ...
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when elbows explode … ( h a i k u y o u j i m m y )
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when elbows explode weasels shit in kitchen sinks supper is ruined ...
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erm … ( part 17 ) ( a n y o n e c a n d o h a i k u )
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saturn is flemish spare keys hide in pockets like wasps in the vestry ...
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phlegm & other reasons ( a p o e m )
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dandelion skirmishes badger fucks, twirled dervishes mrs. worthington's hit list space then shapes - their surfaces sermons offer services milk, honey & circuses snooker's at the crucible free-balls, cues & furnaces fork lightning, moors, mysteries distortions - distilleries dick turpin; the boyband years achilles heel blistery old wives' tales of fisheries pillars, posts plus pillorys tumble driers fall to earth snail trails shine, all slippery geese in gleams are gathering manic tongues are babbling bloody jape scrapes make great shapes wrappers are unravelling jibbered tongues are jabbering flash dick'eads are swaggering father was an antelope bastard hammers hammering home is where hope lives - it dwells magic songs are singing spells october's an octopus comfy seats are sitting well june's trapped down a wishing well judas was a kiss 'n' tell april is a playful ape bluebelled woods are ringing bells ...
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graveyard games ( a t r u e t r u t h – t h i n g )
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we used to play games
in the graveyard
like where here lies
the oldest grave
( ? )
or who died at
the oldest age
( ? )
which headstone has
the strangest name
( ? )
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