the radishes of former times the carrots of my youth the turnips from those childhood years ( i remember my roots ) ...
photography
oh to be a telephone
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oh to be a telephone ( a s i g h o f a p o e m )
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oh to be a telephone
pick us up & dial
aunties in antarctica?
i'll put in the miles
i'll carry your spoken tones
distance? - fret not - see?
cousins out on ganymede?
pah - that's well easy
oh to be a telephone
this would raise a smile
no prank calls or perverts please
nah - that aint my style
talk with ease - i'm dog & bone
relax, chat carefree
others may be listening
but that's beyond me
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feed me raspberries
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feed me raspberries ( s o m e b o l l o c k s )
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hopscotch aftermath coleslaw overlords hopscotch aftermath vortex - crossin' swords sheep dipped happenstance portals - disarrange sheep dipped happenstance corduroy interchange gobshite goblin spit rockall, lundy, sole gobshite goblin spit piss off pigeonholes woodland badger shat leaky batteries woodland badger shat feed me raspberries ...
a good poem
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a good poem ( s o m e p o e m )
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in my books samaritans & gold scouts as paragons terms, your guess is dot-dot-dot afternoon that hits the spot morning, eggs fighting that fight vibes, heavens graces & night jobs 'n' shit said-word to go riddance, grief, luck so far so ...
original shit
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original shit ( a p o e m )
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well all this shit is original shit as twas handcrafted by a blithering tit & all these shites are original writes i only steal cars in the darkness of night these bastard rhymes i'm afraid they're all mine blame god or the fates or the gemini mind there is no off this bollocks never stops knockers eat a cock & then a dead a dead tramp's sock ( bon appétit ) ...
wasps in the loft
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wasps in the loft ( a n o t h e r ? )
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there are wasps in the loft but my knees are bee-free there's a buzz from atop oft that buzz follows me when i pop down the shops for some jam & honey it's those wasps from the loft ( fuckers ) ...
who the fork are you?
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who the fork are you? ( ? )
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fear is a stranger saying hello who the fork are you? leave me alone fear is all gawpy glances & stares mind your own beeswax why are you there? fear is conspiring scheming & plots casting long shadows & the what-not fear is a city fear is a town fear is a wanker fear is a clown ...
otters in lockets
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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 ...
an oak tree on saint george’s day
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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 ...
all the kitchen foil
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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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