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( 4 reasons why i never joined the black hand by doctor graham ears )
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1. i wasn't born when they formed 2. i wasn't born when they disbanded 3. all guns terrify me & 4. neither of my hands are black ...
Poem
giddy is
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giddy is ( 8 of line read )
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look there she goes pissed out her tree dizzy drunk on her trusty steed up yonder hills their fizzy vistas giddy is my mother's sister ...
there branches spread
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there branches spread ( a brief poetical pondering )
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there are some owls that prefer day & eat no meat chips are their prey there are some fish that cannot swim with flows they go the water's whims there are some trees with roots abound above - their trunk grows underground there branches spread beneath the earth a bit different ( for what it's worth ) ...
a pebble for your thoughts
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a pebble for your thoughts ( 8 lines )
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a pebble for your thoughts assuming you have any a nice ripe shiny pebble ( sigh ) i spent away my pennies to a persuasive sort which may sound sadly tragic but he gave me these pebbles apparently they're magic ...
ungrazed knees
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ungrazed knees ( a brief seasonal jaunt in that there rhyme )
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then winter fell with ungrazed knees some bells did knell unleafed the trees their branches bare - our numbing toes it's everywhere a white cock crows i think of she, he & then them sequentially goodwill to men excluding scum & wrong'uns too no insects hum no bluebells blue our lucky scarves & uncursed gloves look - a buzzard soars high above with ungrazed knees aye winter fell i hope it treats you kind & well ...
soup issues
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( soup issues, a brief poems )
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too many cooks they ruin soup the same applies to chefs with toques or is that broth? but broth's a soup dotage pottage that tinned stuff too you've plot the lost - i've lost the stock then chefs descend the broth is off as horses drink from led-to troughs & leopards once more change their spots ...
with an acorn up my sleeve
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{ with an acorn up my sleeve by lines read 12 of }
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with an acorn up my sleeve i'll pluck a hat out this rabbit doves appear as if by sneeze when i achoo fuckin' 'ave it i need no dry ice machine piss into ale reet - nice one - peace with an acorn up my sleeve but not a trick or handkerchief ...
thorntree lane
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thorntree lane ( a brief poem )
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i thought of you on thorntree lane there was nought in the way of rain the sky was dry - unstirred the drains no ghost emerged on thorntree lane there are no trees on thorntree lane not much beyond the shut café as then 'twas night not t'other - day no owl did hoot on thorntree lane there are no thorns on thorntree lane this funny name eludes explain i pause & feel my tickled brain it thinks of you oh thorntree lane ...
monkeys in helicopters
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monkeys in helicopters
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monkeys in helicopters army ants in army tanks stoats afloat on norse long boats & giraffes in hovercrafts ...
needles in haystacks
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needles in haystacks ( a brief rant )
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needles in haystacks knitting take that maybe payback needless needles somewhere in haystacks somewhere maybe gravy on your collar staining your haystacks in needles somewhere maybe weasels with straight hats & face masks knitting somewhere plus straw too in haystacks ( keep looking ) ...
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