photography

( upon reading the label … )

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( upon reading the label … ) by xxxii line read

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will contain traces of

some stag & stoat

crisp winter mornings

& arse & scroat


twentieth century

clucked chickenpox

long-lost backdoor keys

& misplaced flocks


confused afternoons &

hot vindaloo

latex gloves & nuts

achoo - bless you


bubblewrapped sundays

& great shapes of ape

inner wind word-pools

& deepest space


will contain traces of

baked bakewell tart

ropy poetry

backsplashed piss art


tea every morning &

a jam sandwich

fucking bollocks shit

some bad language


recycled easters &

mowed astroturf

green of an evening

shrines to the earth


strawberries - hay bales

jigsaws & man

trust me - i am me

or think i am

( ? )

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where to find monsters

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where to find monsters by 24 lines of stuff

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in the big forest

with the big trees

in the tea towel drawer

on the high seas


in the vast desert

in storms of sand

in the mortuary

lend us a hand


on the tall mountain

at one with snow

on those stormy nights

when the wind blows


on other planets

under the ground

in ye old folk tales

in unknown sounds


on misty mondays

amongst the fog

or the bark-barking

of spooked watchdogs


under the futon

in the dark shed

on moody moorland

in our scared heads

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gazing out from smudgy windows

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gazing out from smudgy windows by 16 lines of that there poetry sheet

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gazing out

from smudgy windows

it's a bit like

playing bingo

with your cousin

underwater

watching people

sourcing info



dampened vision

smeary wind blows

everyone's a

widowed willow

can they see me?

am i blurry?

gazing out

from smudgy windows

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loving the geranium

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loving the geranium by 9 lines of something or other inspired by a flower

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good evening wembley stadium

ye aliens & albanians

some nuts are macadamia ( n )

some societies - fabian

the countryside's arcadian

my cranium glows - uranium

some old walls are named hadrian

( i'm )

loving the geranium

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orangey apologies

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orangey apologies by f7863.rynz9 ( 30 second scan )

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i find myself quite stuck

when penning poems

re the orange



the closest rhyme

that i can find

to orange

is porridge



& then of course there's forage

& borage

& cottage



which are all a bag o' wank

so i curse thee orange







p.s

sorry

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i want to be the archbishop of canterbury

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i want to be the archbishop of canterbury by jesusdranktea ( 1readminmax x )

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i want to be

the archbishop

of canterbury

yep that's always been

my hope


i'd swan all robed

( like )

from parish to

 parish

check me - the c of e pope


i want to be

the archbishop

of canterbury

maybe i will be

someday


you shall obey

( me )

now bring me more

brandy oh

now bow your heads let us pray


now bow your heads let us pray

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also i write love poems

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also i write love poems by dame barbara fartland

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also i write love poems

but they're sentimental

so you'll never read them

& they're slightly mental



other poets bother but

then they always bore me

write some silly bollocks

tell a silly story



i think when i read them all

without really caring

i now know you're dead dull

so thanks loads for sharing



also i write love poems

oh sweet heavens above

but i'll spare you that much

that my dear is true love

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