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the b in lamb ( some sheet 4 march / spring / stuff in general )
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you just might be the b in lamb
that silent sign that spring has sprang
or sprung its spring - it could be thee
i know this much
that b
aint me
as songbirds sing - old songs are sang
or sung in spring ( they're hatching plans )
the b in lamb you just might be
let's bide our time
let's wait
& see
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itch toes ( a daft attempt at poetry ( for the universe ) )
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oh cattle prods & caterpillars
rampaging boar, doggy dinners
arctic terns & drunken millers
cattle prods &
caterpillars
oh piffle vest & wonky cousins
dark donkeys in witchly covens
prussian junkers on percussion
piffle vest &
wonky cousins
oh marmalade & haunted haylofts
april powers foamy bathos
bits of chaos kept in clay pots
marmalade &
haunted haylofts
oh cardigans & green greengrocers
biscuit tins & dead composers
hopes as meadows - bee in clover
cardigans &
green greengrocers
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the chickens in the yard ( a few ropy lines inspired by the photo )
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why living can be hard but the chickens in the yard well they don't give a fuck no - just a peck then a cluck ( yes ) those cowards they don't care as all's a poultry affair aye living can be hard but the chickens in the yard ...
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dilithmofu ( may contain traces of code & ropy verse scrambles )
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cats in mudflaps, dogs up trees alphabets swarm - abc murky waters - thoughts aint free ( wreckage is drifting ) cheese in holes & voles on heat 9152 - chicken feet cobwebs, scrolls & ferry tolls ( stirred serpents hissing ) knobbly gnarls, barking trees odd socks hiding within keys as glib mirth giggles with glee ( hope it is wishing ) soul harvest fest - muddled sleet spying glasses, bogged down peat ankle biters - eat my sheet ( username missing ) ...
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fun times ahead ( a ‘ckin poetryz of )
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i wouldn't know what to play with fire anyway chessboards would burn as would decks of cards plus all contact sports are an absolute no-no ( so ) let's play with glass shards in bastard backyards ...
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that undercoat ( a sunday story that’s only 1 day too late )
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god planned to paint over the white cliffs of dover magnolia - maybe ( ? ) or else sumit mauver ( ? ) or fluorescent tartan ( ? ) as white is quite spartan that undercoat stayed though let this true tale hearten ( all ) ...
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( ’nuff said )
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upon addressing a rumour ( some verse )
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dear utter shite
your wagging tongues
your poppycock
phenomenon
oh waspish ways
once i was stung
i felt it then
stop slinging dung
you need to feed
your stinking guts
- the gullible -
on them you must
'tis piffle-wank
no ifs or buts
so fuck yourself
thence suck thy nuts
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balls ( some balls-verse )
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balls, balls
it's all just balls
oh slimy crystals
yards & walls
balls, balls
leather on cork
& twats called jack
they're in your court
balls, balls
a bouncy spell
rubber, pig bladder
fucking hell
( yes )
balls, balls
& cheesy smells
so probably
bollocks as well
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keeping time ( a precautionary tale )
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i like to keep a spare afternoon in my pocket next to them keys which i always need & a pleasant evening around my neck kept in a locket ( only to be opened during emergencies ) ...
resarf poetry 