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countryside lanes ( a f e w w o r d s t o g o w i t h t h e p i c t u r e )
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narrower than roads up them hills they wind scrambled as a code onward thinks the mind plodding through the dales come sunshine or rain come high winds stroke gales there's countryside lanes ...
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the curse of wednesday verse ( t w e l v e l i n e d i s c h a r g e )
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apple pips - sunk battleships great shapes of ape & cattle dips forks in roads & singing spoons my elbows glow impending doom holy cripes - shy poltergeists all ham's am' drammed that wrong's gone right chaffinches & challenges let's pray that wednesday manages ...
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advice to my younger elf ( a p i s s i n ‘ p o e m )
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many tentacles
yes, love is an octopus
none identical
oft some are innocuous
cool like pentacles
or penguins in mortuaries
love's an octopus
& warfare's an irate flea
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( 1 3 7 2 9 1 )
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ant problems ( ? ) ( a n o t h e r p o e m )
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there's enough cyanide in one apple pip to kill an ant & that's my tip ...
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john wesley was a celebrity methodist ( a t r u e p o e m )
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john wesley
was a celebrity
methodist
he gigged it
throughout the land
back in that
y'old eighteenth century
preaching
to all of his fans
john wesley
was a celebrity
methodist
an icon
& pin-up too
nowadays
he'd be in glossy magazines
whoring
as our celebs do
...
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farmers’ wives ( s o m e t r u t h s )
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farmers' wives ooh aarr ooh aarr farmers' wives beauty & charm farmers' wives frolics in barns farmers' wives always smell of farm ...
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hug a mugger ( s o m e s o u n d a d v i c e )
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hug a mugger kiss the bugger tongues & all sorts ( don't hold back ) ...
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it’s late spring ( a b a s t a r d p o e m – t h i n g )
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wonky stuff come that may lots of knots lambs at play daffodils disappeared last week or else last year 'round this then bleary still life has time time to kill summer waits in them wings hark - a lark it's late spring ...
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all clouds above are actors ( e i g h t l i n e r e a d )
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all clouds above are actors they're players of the sky with ever-changing faces they're thesping as they fly the plot goes where that wind blows its pace dictates the speed at which their story unfolds 'tis high drama indeed ...
resarf poetry 