borders they bring order by professor plum in the library with the candelabra
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borders they bring order
'til they border on disorder
& then cross that border
shades of mental-esque marauder
relax - smoke a daughter
sprinkle hopes with holy water
& then go out & get slaughtered
fucking monkey bollocks
borders
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lonesome like a lighthouse keeper by augustus carmichael
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lonesome like a lighthouse keeper in landlocked derbyshire there's a storm hitting the shore but it's no concern around here the sea is somewhere that a-way with rocks that wreck men dead there's mighty waves there's certain graves so i'm lonesome but i'm safer here instead ...
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off & on job by melvyn maybe
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in my mind well there's this poem palpitations throbbing glowing intermittent sometimes showing random there's no way of knowing ~ mentals beckons is it snowing? cobwebs encroach grandma's sewing tax inspectors ill winds blowing off & on job coming going ...
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people who don’t wash their hands by pontius pilate ( junior )
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people who don't wash their hands are people i don't understand i'd rather give their skin a miss for fear of contact with their piss plus their shitty rancid bugs these plague bearers they pursue us extending arms ' how do you do? ' i refuse to shake hands with you ...
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tabloid tricks by nfwuhuhg8723.i6
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the actress & the bishop they were sitting in a tree this is an exclusive read it here exclusively ~ ' you know i have a wife dear? ' ' i killed my secret twin ' our squirrel spy-bot smirked a headline smasher of a grin ...
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a fucking poem by resarf fucking poetry
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a fucking poem fucking thing with fucking flapping fucking wings a fucking bastard fucking shat it's fucking this & fucking that on fucking death & fucking love plus all the other fucking stuff that makes up fuck ing life my friend a fucking poem then the end ...
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there’s a hole in my head by jean claude anorak
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there's a hole in my head not the nostrils of the nose nor the entrances of ear-things nope beyond the ilk of those which i trepanned one peng eve as a laugh perchance supposed & it's leaking information drips of bits i used to know ~ there's a hole in my head which i probably should block as stupidity is looming closer now with every drop but as the crowbar flies - aye the less one gives a toss plus no one likes a clever clogs so ' come on hole don't stop ' ...
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me i like lichen by ken likes
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me i like lichen aye - i'm lichen inclined lichen almost warps my mind it's fungi, it's algae it's magical shit too me i like lichen how about you ? ...
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i believe in fairlys by gerald hopscotch
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i believe in fairlys nearlys too good in places that'll do fifty/fifties anysod's guesses dog's dinners god bless these messes ( x ) ...
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10,000 metric tons of bat shat by ( insert silly name here )
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consider the people who sing to spoons & whisper sweet riddles to oak trees then swoon whether recompensed or sighly not then plod in their headspace yet soonly get lost chin deep in brambles so ramble on consider plebeians who sing their own song devoid of all lyrics or music of sorts this pen is a field mouse pursued by crow squawks these vibrations & these ooh - pressure points there's rain on the brain yup these rain clouds anoint as well-stocked pantries won't simply suffice plus wank pretty words are too sickly & nice so jingle them jangles in yon clean breeze stub my big toe - oh thus i'll slap thy knees grab your anorak aye fook all of that 10,000 metric tons of bat shat ( x ) ...
