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simple pleasures by 3 line read
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two tawny owls just sitting on a branch having a hoot ...
Poetry
jesus christ streetlight ( ? )
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jesus christ streetlight ( ? ) by marjorie flan-based-lifeform
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the animals they gather on this old cobbled lane there's something in its glowing all that science can't explain cats, rats, bats plus toads they stare on this november night is it all done with mirrors? is this streetlight jesus christ? ...
i so choose to procrastinate
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i so chose to procrastinate by 12 line read
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i so choose to procrastinate i fiddle with scraps on my plate as cities stew & nations hate fuck-all calls don't exasperate as wars rage on - poverty grows as glaciers melt i twiddle toes these tumbling spirals we all know too oft ignored so down we go ...
a night storm
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a night storm by michael’s fishy
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it came from the south it came from the west it first twatted cornwall then devon was next it spread like herpes in a monastery it battered them hatches it shat on them trees which bothered them owls as it was then night all them phantoms cowered in fear of its shite things cleared by daylight still of wind or rain just blue skies 'n' sunshine please come back again ( x ) ...
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( always gorse )
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( always gorse ) by mariana trench-foot
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consider them vikings & all things norse steganography & codes of morse greeks bearing gifts that trojan horse & then of course there's always gorse ...
men of myth
men of myth by finn mack cagoule
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yet what makes men blend into myth time, lies or magic - a gift delusions bend the legend's tale graffiti flagons of ale once mighty beasts that then were slain golden chins a cunning brain or talking toes & old wayed gods folklored yarns & jammy sods ( ? ) ...
hello yellow
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hello yellow
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well hello yellow cried my muted bellow you dafodiled 'nana you canaryed fellow like cellos when mellow or jaundiced morello cherries gone yellow ( some sponges ) hello ...
( escape from planet gobshite )
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( escape from planet hogwash ) ( click to read )
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yeah words are free or so they say but in bookshops we have to pay with real money to own those words & so we steal which seems absurd yet then in court when things turn grim they'll throw the book to rub it in at misled us or so to speak so words aint free & talk aint cheap ( wankers ) ...
a friend is strange
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a friend is strange by 32 lines of rhymes
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a friend is strange as blue moonlight or yellow door all painted white then tartan paint a rusty key hidden within a wych elm tree a tardy book actual dog ears or ball lightning chinese new year in mid-july as herons strut that phantom hand a head with bumps not bumpy head some afternoons or forks in roads runcible spoons those bus spotters they shun the train them pyramids our reptile brain most freak weather or odd shaped rocks the mystery of missing flocks no ewes or clues so round the bend go fuck knows us that's why we're friends ...
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