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bring back echoes ( s q u i n t & i t ‘ s p o e t r y )
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poetry won't mow your lawn
or kill a foe or fix your fence
poetry won't do duvets
straight-properly
or pitch up tents
poetry won't open tins
or make you tea or walk the dog
poetry won't save the whale
the unicorn
or poor hedgehog
poetry won't make it rain
lest bring the sun - yes clear this mist
poetry won't make you sane
that's madness-talk
sane don't exist
poetry won't push your swing
where you sit down in yon playground
poetry won't wipe your arse
it's more
the other way around
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