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lonesome like a lighthouse keeper by augustus carmichael
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lonesome like a lighthouse keeper in landlocked derbyshire there's a storm hitting the shore but it's no concern around here the sea is somewhere that a-way with rocks that wreck men dead there's mighty waves there's certain graves so i'm lonesome but i'm safer here instead ...
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( do you love a proper wobble ? ) by great uncle bulgaria, sw19
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do you love a proper wobble? not the jelly on yon plate or the panting sumo wrestler in a hurry - running late no as in the teeter totters peppered with swaying mistakes oh so many wonky pockets well you've come to the right place ...
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off & on job by melvyn maybe
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in my mind well there's this poem palpitations throbbing glowing intermittent sometimes showing random there's no way of knowing ~ mentals beckons is it snowing? cobwebs encroach grandma's sewing tax inspectors ill winds blowing off & on job coming going ...
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people who don’t wash their hands by pontius pilate ( junior )
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people who don't wash their hands are people i don't understand i'd rather give their skin a miss for fear of contact with their piss plus their shitty rancid bugs these plague bearers they pursue us extending arms ' how do you do? ' i refuse to shake hands with you ...
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( excuse me song by michaelmas filo-huff )
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save the pandemonium newtonian symposiums serpents stalk the less trod paths & aliens play euphoniums ~ my father was a potter my mother was an otter evensong is singing now so sorry for the bother ...
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tabloid tricks by nfwuhuhg8723.i6
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the actress & the bishop they were sitting in a tree this is an exclusive read it here exclusively ~ ' you know i have a wife dear? ' ' i killed my secret twin ' our squirrel spy-bot smirked a headline smasher of a grin ...
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not joking by knot joe king
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knock knock who's there? piss off don't care doctor doctor it's my health go online prescribe yourself ...
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a fucking poem by resarf fucking poetry
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a fucking poem fucking thing with fucking flapping fucking wings a fucking bastard fucking shat it's fucking this & fucking that on fucking death & fucking love plus all the other fucking stuff that makes up fuck ing life my friend a fucking poem then the end ...
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hello october
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hello october where have you been? eleven months have passed since you've been seen winter was mild then things turned to green summer beyond spring where have you been? ~ hello october how do you do? memories they dwindle is it still you? do you still make mist & kill leaves too? hello october how do you do? ...
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there’s a hole in my head by jean claude anorak
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there's a hole in my head not the nostrils of the nose nor the entrances of ear-things nope beyond the ilk of those which i trepanned one peng eve as a laugh perchance supposed & it's leaking information drips of bits i used to know ~ there's a hole in my head which i probably should block as stupidity is looming closer now with every drop but as the crowbar flies - aye the less one gives a toss plus no one likes a clever clogs so ' come on hole don't stop ' ...
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