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a brief ode to cobweb season by monty guzzles
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it's cobweb season the cobwebs are here it's my highlight of the spidery year they're lighter than feathers they capture our breath if i were a fly i'd fear certain death ...
photography
scrambled eggs
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scrambled eggs by your long lost cousin’s orthopedic shoe
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how do you like your eggs? scrambled as the head or the undecyphered code with the click i've yet to get why then the going's lazy shades of king-sized bed spread encryption is the key in the meantime there's eggs ...
there the pastry folk dwell
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there the pastry folk dwell by so far today just tea & look what happens anyway …
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under earth's fragile crust well there is no hell but the planet is hollow there the pastry folk dwell it's a secret society / pastry based race their bodies skin is choux shortcrust is their head / face so ignore modern science with its gobshite shite lies coz it's more jules verne meets some pasties & pies their capital's flanballah it's a quiche meets citadel it's breath taking in springtime there the pastry folk dwell ...
discover challenge: open-minded ( a vaguely poetical discharge )
Open-Mindedvia Discover Challenge: Open-Minded
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open-minded by janice match-styx
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my mind is open far & wide a big shop door ajar-inclined so insects swarm in vermin thrive there's room for you too crawl inside ( x ) ...
have a little smile & your face smiles too
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have a little smile & your face smiles too by bartholomew thud
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some bugger put a rusty nail in my shoe the man sat beside me on the tram whiffs of pooh but worse things happen on the soaps so what can you do ( ? ) just have a little smile & your face smiles too ...
upon consuming parsnips before the first frost
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upon consuming parsnips before the first frost by wendy coping mechanism
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upon consuming parsnips before the first frost i realised the folly of my ways & now all hope is lost they didn't taste as flavoursome plus to make matters worse i may well have invoked some yokel wrath some shunned folk saying curse shite ...
this planet’s mad – where’s my helipad?
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this planet’s mad – where’s my helipad? by kevin skeleton-keegan
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this planet's mad - where's my helipad? pot pourri, blue tongue oh mildew sir galahad eric the red copper sulphate & petrograd this planet's mad - where's my helipad? ...
on a mystified eve in lieu of a clue
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on a mystified eve in lieu of a clue by gustav hogwash
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on a mystified eve in lieu of a clue with puzzles & nutmeg mulberries - cuckoos my half-nephew-grand-niece & xenophon too on a mystified eve in lieu of a clue ...
treemendous
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treemendous by djwduqgywfq7.~
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they know - they've grown through centuries all's noted in their logs they see our age in human years just as we do to dogs they're antennae, cousins & shade they're lungs so we can breathe plus good things always come in them treemendous are the trees ...
treat yourself
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treat yourself by egg fried ricin
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you should treat yourself & clad your shed prescribe yourself cider & drill holes in your head next buy that shell suit from yon charity shop they'll breeze back into trend soon then they'll be worth a lot you should treat yourself so grab a twig off a tree take said little branch home then call it steve & make it tea take plenty of rest as you don't need a rest permit explore le monde du fromage treat yourself - yeah you deserve it ...
resarf poetry 