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kiss every frog ( 12 words )
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kiss every frog lick every toad rub every lamp ( we never know ) ...
photography
thoughts on lunch
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thoughts on lunch by saladin photon-backspin
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sitting here quills a4 pad is that you there sir galahad ( ? ) ink well ooze sink splish splash toss is that you yon sir lancelot ( ? ) lunch was peppered with omens green the parsley sang of gangreened spleens as black holes suck & bat shat stains i doubt i'll dine in there again ...
mind bingo
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mind bingo ( a short true tale )
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often whilst out to pass time i play bingo in my mind mental-dobbing things i see look - a shepherd 23 a wolf whistling 11 a lucky charm ( dob ) that's 7 two little ducks 22 one little duck me & you yonder by the garden gates two fat ladies 88 a musty hive 55 bingo - i've won where's my prize? ...
a fucking sonnet
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a fucking sonnet ( my first & probably last attempt at writing one )
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when shakespeare had a bee in his bonnet well sod it he cursed not of the twat bee 'stead sat at his disk then penned a sonnet in his sonnet style he named after he oh so modestly then back to them plays in his 2-up 2-down in london town piss ups on fridays - it's a p.o.e.t.s day whisky & brandy with brown ale so brown yet bees we need far more than bill shakespeare indeed they sting but kill rarely they do piss ups are valid - granted that's right dear shakespeare had clown feet he wore special shoes sonnets are wankers bugger off bye-bye a shite i don't give as uncouth am i ...
lines on tradition
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lines on tradition ( a brief moan )
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tradition insists a nod - a kiss a courtseyed bow which god exists what day it is & what's day's name make up your own don't play their game who wears the crown on which special head pick them - they're rich plus so inbred six-fingered logic how do you do? your pigeon holes are antiques too ...
don’t try to catch a falling star
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don’t try to catch a falling star ( 8 lines of health ‘n’ safety )
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don't try to catch a falling star you'll lose your hand perhaps an arm or leap to kiss you'll lose your face they aint feathers - they come from space bits of debris & meteorite wish from a distance 'pon a night don't try to catch a falling star you'll lose your face perhaps an arm ...
when thoughts aren’t snakes
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when thoughts aren’t snakes ( a brief rant in defence of nature )
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when thoughts aren't snakes zoomorphic crawls our gorgoned heads the greenswards call our vipered mouths for heaven's sake our forked tongue said don't blame the snake those bibled worms them lambs o' god they started most the wooly sods birds flutter here merge into bats perception is a fucking twat ...
off the old blocks …
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off the old blocks … ( a short, chip-related poem )
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yes everything with chips hot pies & sandwiches casinos - electronics that turpentine & piss chipped plates piled high with chips all dogs are micro-chipped ( so ) we'll be next - we can't resist as everyone loves chips ...
nature knows
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nature knows ( under a minute of read-thing )
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yes nature knows the price of tea in china like their steel it's cheap the saying goes as followed through please see above now back to you as it's all maths uncharted maps the margins & the paragraphs confusion reigns on subject brains yet kings aint nature - smudges stain a wonky smile of maybes too zephyrus west breeze sneeze a clue there's wicked tricks plus booby traps so please fill in the many gaps thus help us out is this a quiz? yes buzz in if you think it is with answers please please some of those & no cheating as nature knows ...
sundown sinking
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sundown sinking ( 24 lines of read )
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sundown sinking bowing heads going down like flasher's kegs bismarckically endgame shite dead swan star song bright twilight mrs wilson come & see golden kisses slobber trees bits of carrot in in their mouths too polite to spit it out thrushes fluster in their roosts impatient owls start to hoot hallowed be thy shit 'ot rays the night is nigh t'ra day ...
resarf poetry 