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none of these trees are trees
( a few lines based on a daft idea that’s probably real as well )
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all is not what it seems
none of these trees are trees
no, these trees are drama students
or were before the breeze
changed its course out the blue
as breezes often do
they're compelling yet quite wooden
let not these trees fool you
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thoughts from a field ( some sheet )
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thoughts from a field but nothing much brief ponderings their ilk & such mini-moments thingamy-thinks the fleeting sort ( gone in a blink ) ...
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lost in a forest with a florist ( a tale of true )
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have you ever been lost yes - lost in a forest lost in a forest with a florist called doris or portia or morris who promised you porridge then led you astray so you're lost in a forest ( ? ) ( me too ) ...
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( don’t interrupt ) ( some poetry shit )
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i don't talk to myself in fact i talk to them & they speak back these unseen friends this conversation never ends we cover loads of ground yet only i make sound that's audible to passers-by the nosy sorts & gawping types - ssshh - ...
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p.s ( some of a poemz )
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the kettle's fucked, the hamster's dead please bring more jam & honey please p.s 'twas i what burnt your shed upon that fateful whitsun-eve ...
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( some call it haiku ) ( 3 lines )
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photosynthesis diplodocus cabbages dodecahedron ...
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( ǝʞɐʇ-ʞɔoʇs ) ( 30 second topz read x )
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muddy trousers blistered heel itchy elbows punctured wheel funny sneezes chinese burns dodgy rashes flighty turns a fear of whelks plus kazoos morris dancers shrews & clues half an onion shiny knees memories & celery ...
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this poetry is mind control ( some much needed truth )
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this poetry is mind control this distraction's your ball & chain with words designed to steal your soul re-program & re-wire your brain yet make you think you're more aware deceptive as all metaphors true evil runs the world out there beyond these words rage many wars ( read on ) ...
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when i am dead ( some forward thinking )
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when i am dead then i shall fittingly sleep then rise at dawn first pause & next yawn i'll dress then walk all the former dogs i knew now dead as me & i'll still drink tea ...
