photography

this quiet life

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this quiet life by trad anon (under a minute read or your time back for free !)

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( it's too early )

for bat swarms

or bat flaps

or catnaps

or nosebleeds

or whisky

or fallouts

or mishaps



or cross stitch

or llamas

or scared crows

or farmers

with shotguns

they'll harm us

like clocks

they alarm us



or plum jam

or ghost tales

or nightjars

or toenails

or shits

in a bottle

or norway

or folk tales



or wetwipes

or dry ice

or tamed seas

or wild rice

yes right now will

suffice

this here

this quiet life



( ssshhhh )

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sign language

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sign language by no sneezing on platform 4

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broken english

english broken

read these words

they speak

unspoken

sometimes symbols

often omens

portents

this closed

shop is open




wet paint road works

slow cones hotline

subcon

scious sponge

brains?

they've got mine

no poets

caution please

land mines

sign language

the language

of signs

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there’s a diary in my mind

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there’s a diary in my mind by little samuel bo pepys

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there's a diary in my mind

it saves on space & writing time

ive kept one since the age of five

the annals of

this life of mine



each night before i go to bed

i think some more things - thoughts are shed

into my diary else instead

perhaps the journal

in my head

...

 

the annual fair

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the annual fair by deirdre yearly ( 16 lines of blind man’s gold x )

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the annual fair

has come to town

there's spins 'n' spills

some thrills abound


it's fun for all

if you like rides

sugar & salt

perhaps a fight


or teenage snog

one for the youths

so come on down

it may amuse


our music's shit

there's dodgems here

the fair doth come

but once a year

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sumit ( afoot )

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sumit ( afoot ) by ye oldey one scoreth lineth readeth ( & aye cry all of us )

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autumn has locked itself

in a cupboard

then eaten

the only

existing key



mum's gone to iceland

& morning's in

purgatory

summer's in prison

so it's just me



telly is well shat

bingo & biscuits

( i )

wish it could be whitsun

every day



other than easters

or nuclear

tuesdays

some snails are hairy

suspension bridges sway

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a fading song

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a fading song by 9 whole actual lines read

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this here is a fading song

but it's still a song

as it is still audible

but not for very long



banshee wailing waning swan

flaming babylon

this here is a fading song

it's going going

gone

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bluetongue disease

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bluetongue disease by  head, shoulders, knees & toes

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intergalac-

tic fuckin' quiche

that's far out flan

clean language please



i am part-sheep

bluetongue disease

around these parts

is spreading free



i'm less than next

oh flippin' 'eck

i am but lost

the merest speck



so shitta-brick

then hit the deck

oh bubblewrap

& chicken necks

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