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the winter black by your fit mum
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dusk is around four
darkness stays til eight
sixteen hours of black - gasp
midsummer must wait
hoarding brighter times
snoring - warm - indoors
in her head are meadows
soon to be explored
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Poetry
tongue-in-cheek
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tongue-in-cheek by 8 lines of rhyme
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there in my mouth my tongue-in-cheek not coventry or mozambique the arctic tern flies to & fro but tongues are stuck where can they go ( ? ) ...
the voice of the fridge
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( the voice of the fridge by a poetrys of poem )
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my magnetic poetry kit told me parrot jet armpit turnips bastards moss pentecost wetlands uplands placate dross cherish dowager eczema vole flapjack mithras scroll loophole signets porous plinth screed indeed shuttlecocks ( & i agreed ) ...
confused december
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confused december ( 1 min read )
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ambling down this country lane dog beside us - sun above nothing much is on the brain just sundries, their like & such on a day that thinks its spring quite unseasonal ado pheasants strut - rabbits fucking december is well-confused catkins, blossom, new lambs - lo puzzling - is this a trick? shat knows just go with the flow happy easter - all that shit but seasons are fickle sorts now's winter lest we forget the next wind could freeze us all so don't count them chickens yet ...
ramifications
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ramif … ( a poem-free-free-poem )
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horned or not they'll charge at you they'll headbutt - boss it - buck woollened backs can reach the sky so pray for lady luck ( aye ) be that village villain meddle with the ways of man have truck with all truckers but don't fuck with them rams ...
there shats a plover
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( hangover poem ) by 18 lines of ‘ing read
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in the beginning there was sober now bells knell dogs piss on clover damn you shandy your hangover above my ( head ) there shats a plover a quiet drink became bender gay hunchbacks? i don't remember phuket - thought i then it's december i now sweat ( like ) a sex offender ...
a swimming head
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a swimming head ( 8.35 second read )
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a swimming head the flying kind with water wings ( butterfly mind ) ...
gifts for juniper
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gift for juniper ( 8 lines of shat-fook )
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i'd like to buy you jupiter not the god - the planet it's not on the market now but one day dear you'll have it i'll then rename it juniper a gas giant called thee until then here's a cucumber & a formicary ...
this versey shit
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this versey shit ( a short poetical excursion by percy anode-density)
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this versey shit - those crazy sheets this bollocks wank as squirrels weep or widowed elks - what time's the train? the one to odd or old beltanes where barn own sang - it's half past great on platform 3 unless it's late this scribble fuck - this dither mist my neon puce soul i do give ...
medieval throwback
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medieval throwback ( 16 y’oldey lineth readeth )
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i'm a medieval throwback which explains the chain mail which i wear everywhere & the four skins ( of ale ) which i sup every night before my medieval sleep shits get shat in buckets empty it on the street i'm a medieval throwback so sorry for the stench pray what news on the plague & what news on those french? my y'oldey days are happy but i dream of the future not robots or space wank in my dreams - i'm tudor ...
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