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this house has … by satsuma candlemas
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this house has ghosts this house has floors front bow window some hidden doors this house has hobs this house has soul it aint that big the odd black hole this house has cheese this house has dog this house eats shat 'just flushed a log this house has nutt -er tra la le this house has aids these aids help me ...
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total librarian lockdown shit ( ! ) by aaaaaaaarrrrrgh
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( the t.v's breaking news it terrifiedly frightened me ) ( every librarian has escaped from their libraries ) ( the government says stay in until they've been shot or caught ) ( behind barricaded windows - behind locked & bolted doors ) ...
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news flash by dagon ploughing, ‘back this afternoon ( x )
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here comes the news this is the news there goes the news & now back to yous ...
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shit sticks by ( dhwdwge367~ )
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if i had a magic wand i'd banish evil shit begone ( ! ) just peace 'n' peas the rest do one oh if i had a magic wand & if i had a magic wand i'd bang out poems all day long not this gubbins nah - proper ones i fucking hate magic wands ( x ) ...
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to do by penelope pending
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to do a list a seed or two a storm of sorts an acorn too to do a scheme first dream a dream then decipher what said dream means to do a plan so use your head steal a hen that lays magic eggs to do a list merge bits of gist with gibberish then make a wish ( x ) ...
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reunion
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graham's an accountant more grahams than most are rosie still has rosy cheeks a farmer's wife - ooh arr akbar's become maureen & gordon's still a menace lundy worked in media she's now the doge of venice camus works with camel humps & myrtle works with myrrh tabitha's still ginger so we still don't purr to her piss pot's on the porridge oats plus bugle's banged up too memories are made to fade who are you what d'you do ( ? ) ...
this is a y’oldey folk song
by misc trad’-aye
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this is a y'oldey folk song written by anon in the darker ages so join in - sing along this is a y'oldey folk song nan will know this one bits of it are missing but still it carries on ...
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all schooled out by dangle dingle dingle dangles
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if poetry told you to jump off a cliff onto the hard rocks oh so far below or rob a bookies stockings 'n' sawn-offs ' give us your money ' I hope you'd say no if poetry told you to throttle mother then your stepbrother in some mad kill fit then please ignore it poetry's wicked the dark beyond us a true little shit ...
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cloud folk portent ( ? ) by brush as a daft
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whilst gazing up this afternoon i saw a cloud that looked like you she had your eyes & sad ears too also the same fuck off tattoo on her forehead then off she went then merged into the duke of kent features clash-smashed twisted & bent was this some strange cloud folk portent ( ? ) ...
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this desk aint a desk by ssh, you’ll wake the others …
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things need to be done but all that can wait this desk aint a desk until i'm awake this desk is a bed blank a4 sheets - sheets so i rest my head & catch up on sleep ...
resarf poetry 