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the golden age ( tale a true )
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when all was gold in the golden age
existence gleamed through its golden stage
all life it shined, all earth did the same
from pots & hearts
to plates worth their weight
in everything - standards disappeared
too soon back in those bland former-years
our wax was gold - the wax in our ears
our shit was gold
we wept golden tears
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the boat race ( a little truth )
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you'll never see me cheering on the boat race life's just too short - me thinks to pander to this dull, elitist scroat-ache i hope that oxbridge sink ...
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bridge on ( some bridge-verse )
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come the stream, its glowing gleams build a bridge & bridge that gap crossover its flow serene burn that bridge - no going back ...
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listesque ( a poetry )
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bastard handshakes
every morn like bran flakes
medjool me mandates
tooth thy pick
nomad notepads
often glad is so sad
blue john & topaz
mined that shit
hoppy scented
some hopes have fermented
ale wails demented
down it quick
kitchens sinking
now all caps are thinking
keen eyes are squinting
tick - tick - tick
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come spring – christmas ( s o m e o f a p o e t r y )
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come spring - christmas
floats in the distance
scaring the staring folk
witless & shitless
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annoying ( a quick definition )
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( like ) a total twat with squeaky shoes that jumps the queue or barges through scratching chalk boards with ballyhoo & wank ado or rhyme or you ...
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plethora flakes ( a few words, maybe of poetrys … ? )
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you should read the bible backwards aye, reverse chapter & verse ( plus ) you should meet my long lost cousins but we'll have to find 'em first ...
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sunday sheet ( some poetry )
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upstairs the shower weeps in blubby bursts of indoor rain downstairs the radio is talking to itself again ...
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modern folk ( a pondering )
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spring is old
yet spring is new
puzzling
but this is true
wander then
admire a view
praise the strange
then grab a pew
as we do
as sayings go
observe birds
the songs they know
by anon
from loads ago
we are trad
we're modern folk
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trouble utt mill ( v e r s e )
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sweet pantomime your blurred heads rear there's floss & dross plus games - yes dear ~ vast candlemas trouble utt mill i played myself then lost ten-nil ( fuckin' 'ell ) ...
