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( april is … ) ( the total sum of poemz minus most poem )
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april springs up
its own rules
april is too
fool for school
april is a
playful ape
april rains so
wear cagoules
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( april is … ) ( the total sum of poemz minus most poem )
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april springs up
its own rules
april is too
fool for school
april is a
playful ape
april rains so
wear cagoules
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last whitsun eve ( a story poetry )
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i wish that i could travel back back to last whitsun eve then you'd still have your orchard now i'd change what fates they weave i'd do you 'stead this bird inside no arson luring me oh darling sweet we flourished once until last whitsun eve ...
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terry’s eulogy ( are men ? )
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terry was very merry on ferries friends - he had many terry drank sherry partial to berries especially cherries death came too soon - how unnecessary ...
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crossroads & crossovers ( a poetry of poem )
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sandwiches & mugs o' tea chocolate, whisky & scrumpy partial to these things i be but dark death is not for me but some folk with sayings though say that they could murder those avoid them like killer-crows as one day they might y'know ? ...
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bloody intros … ( another stab at the shit but not a shit-stab )
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once upon a whirlpool with a flemish welder accordion legend & privy the elder lift that curlew curfew shout it down the cloisters where dusty nuns shuffle & them wrong'uns loiter everything's a jigsaw ballet, bats & ballads watch those statues blink as cannibals eat salads elsewhere pastry's flaking slowly stirs yon field mouse judge's wigs fool no one welcome to my tree house ...
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( lines on the composition of verse ) ( some truth )
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usually it's gubbins
yep
but somehow some's
alright
yet ninety nine
point nine
percent
of it's shite
so write
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a pair o’ bears ( some verse )
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so bear in mind what sort of bear? how long have you had a bear there? beneath your skull a cosy fit there must be woods so it can shit so bear with me but where's the bear? invisible you'll stare then stare it's close - you'll seek you'll never find as i too have the mental kind ...
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like a fish out of water ( some ? )
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like a fish out of water when all's said & spoken i'll walk up that hill so ( my bicycle's broken ) ...
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bridge on ( some bridge-verse )
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come the stream, its glowing gleams build a bridge & bridge that gap crossover its flow serene burn that bridge - no going back ...
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listesque ( a poetry )
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bastard handshakes
every morn like bran flakes
medjool me mandates
tooth thy pick
nomad notepads
often glad is so sad
blue john & topaz
mined that shit
hoppy scented
some hopes have fermented
ale wails demented
down it quick
kitchens sinking
now all caps are thinking
keen eyes are squinting
tick - tick - tick
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