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come spring – christmas ( s o m e o f a p o e t r y )
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come spring - christmas
floats in the distance
scaring the staring folk
witless & shitless
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photography
toothpaste stains
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toothpaste stains ( a short truth )
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now it's hard to explain yeah - just like toothpaste stains disbelief surrounds me & my false sense of shame ...
annoying
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annoying ( a quick definition )
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( like ) a total twat with squeaky shoes that jumps the queue or barges through scratching chalk boards with ballyhoo & wank ado or rhyme or you ...
plethora flakes
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plethora flakes ( a few words, maybe of poetrys … ? )
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you should read the bible backwards aye, reverse chapter & verse ( plus ) you should meet my long lost cousins but we'll have to find 'em first ...
all depends on the whether
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all depends on the whether ( some poemz )
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all depends on the whether the tossing of coins or the fall of a feather from emperor to beggar we're tethered together to whether forever ...
sunday sheet
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sunday sheet ( some poetry )
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upstairs the shower weeps in blubby bursts of indoor rain downstairs the radio is talking to itself again ...
spring tart
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spring tart ( by final vernal warning )
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come hither let's dither as serpents they slither with vigour we'll whisper as archers they quiver with glitter & mirrors as fools run with scissors ( ! ) let's blither by rivers til autumn leaves wither ...
a great cauliflower
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a great cauliflower ( s o m e t h o u g h t – v e r s e s h i t e )
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i think of light & lichen as i while away the hours dusting dotted t's ticked in boxes in this mess so then i like to liken life to a great cauliflower bland in some ways - yes but a flower nonetheless ...
modern folk
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modern folk ( a pondering )
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spring is old
yet spring is new
puzzling
but this is true
wander then
admire a view
praise the strange
then grab a pew
as we do
as sayings go
observe birds
the songs they know
by anon
from loads ago
we are trad
we're modern folk
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trouble utt mill
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trouble utt mill ( v e r s e )
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sweet pantomime your blurred heads rear there's floss & dross plus games - yes dear ~ vast candlemas trouble utt mill i played myself then lost ten-nil ( fuckin' 'ell ) ...
resarf poetry 