Poem

wandless ponders

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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

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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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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

( ? )

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this is a y’oldey folk song


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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i could have been a candlemaker …

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i could have been a candlemaker … by ethelred the unsteady

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oh i could have been a candlemaker

& worked with wicks 'n' wax

then sold 'em off

in my candle shop

but the gods they sent me on another path


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i could have been a candlemaker thence

brushed shoulders with the greats

all would know me

mister artistry

mister blow me once a year on birthday cakes

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flying-low song

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flying-low song by manfred von richthofen

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sometimes when i say ' hello '

i'm accidentally flying-low


i am not a pervert - no

my dodgy zip might be one though


when i realise - up it goes

& then red-face i leg it home


then cry & wonder all alone

do zips have filthy minds

 of their own

?

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