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nature reserve ( a short ‘n’ rhyming vaguely poetic discharge )
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succumb to the scum as a moth to a flame or d cameron's cock to a dead hog's gob it's quarter past beige tantrums are all the rage there's watches in them cogs shetland pony analogue there's mind on the brain fucking slime in the drains answers hide in them lofts yellow snow's pissed off a turquoise refrain but the windows in pane yes certain bubbles pop but heres it don't stop ...
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anyone for cricket by 16 mid-on-inside-off-edge-leg lines
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anyone for cricket? whites & sticky wickets the leg-a-rubbing insects singing in the thicket please bowl us a googly as you won't confuse me if the umpire signals out i'll flash 'em a moony agricultural ducks lewis method dumb fucks fruit salad & furniture on the boundary - bad luck topspin twenty20 breathless hushes testy tea in the pavilion sandwiches aplenty ... ( author notes ) this poem contains a few cricketing terms & a little nod to henry newbolt
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certainly ( a poem, dot dot dot )
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i know my hand like riding a bike on the back of my hand as sure as pike might bite my hand shit - which little finger? on an as clear as day if i stick it in the river ( so there ) ...
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that space is cold by 9 lines of daft science shite
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that space is cold
& that's a fact
you'll need thick gloves
a woollen hat
at least two scarves
an anorak
a star-chart map
& thermos flask
( et bon voyage )
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what they wish for by 2 line read
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be careful what they wish for said the actor with a fractured leg ...
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late autumn or early spring ( ? ) by 5 syllables then 7 syllables times 4 read
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is it late autumn or a really early spring? there's green to be seen as some certain birds they sing of constructs & time with its mysteries of old & man-made names yet all that glistens just aint gold ( ? ) ...
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( insoled oblivion ) by x-word-reeeeeeeeeead ( reet )
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( shoelaces ) ( collisions ) ( cobblers ) ( dominion ) ( loads of 'em ) ( millions ) ( insoled ) ( oblivion ) ( ... )
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when i own the moon by 9 lines of mooooooooon
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yes when i own the moon oh hopefully quite soon i'll make it show its dark side on a sunny afternoon i'll find out what it is i'll teach it some new tricks i'll turn them tables around around so that moon's my lunatic ( bitch ) ...
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what peoples does by xvi line read
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astronomers & oceanographers mute town criers welders typographers equine dentist's young apprentice bearded ladies maybes adventists witch doctors & / or witch nurses lovers ~ others kinsfolk curses pontius conscious pilots fly us this is is us what peoples does ...
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when things go wank by 5 lines of ape-jape
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when all your flanks are then outflanked all shatters as a piggybank when you can't walk - there's no more plank please think of me when things go wank ( x ) ...
resarf poetry 