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reunion
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graham's an accountant more grahams than most are rosie still has rosy cheeks a farmer's wife - ooh arr akbar's become maureen & gordon's still a menace lundy worked in media she's now the doge of venice camus works with camel humps & myrtle works with myrrh tabitha's still ginger so we still don't purr to her piss pot's on the porridge oats plus bugle's banged up too memories are made to fade who are you what d'you do ( ? ) ...
this is a y’oldey folk song
by misc trad’-aye
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this is a y'oldey folk song written by anon in the darker ages so join in - sing along this is a y'oldey folk song nan will know this one bits of it are missing but still it carries on ...
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cloud folk portent ( ? ) by brush as a daft
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whilst gazing up this afternoon i saw a cloud that looked like you she had your eyes & sad ears too also the same fuck off tattoo on her forehead then off she went then merged into the duke of kent features clash-smashed twisted & bent was this some strange cloud folk portent ( ? ) ...
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this desk aint a desk by ssh, you’ll wake the others …
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things need to be done but all that can wait this desk aint a desk until i'm awake this desk is a bed blank a4 sheets - sheets so i rest my head & catch up on sleep ...
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i could have been a candlemaker … by ethelred the unsteady
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oh i could have been a candlemaker & worked with wicks 'n' wax then sold 'em off in my candle shop but the gods they sent me on another path ~ i could have been a candlemaker thence brushed shoulders with the greats all would know me mister artistry mister blow me once a year on birthday cakes ...
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flying-low song by manfred von richthofen
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sometimes when i say ' hello ' i'm accidentally flying-low i am not a pervert - no my dodgy zip might be one though when i realise - up it goes & then red-face i leg it home then cry & wonder all alone do zips have filthy minds of their own ? ...
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tea ( & nothing else ) by egbert brew-haha
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yes there's always time for tea in mugs we sup delightfully all else it will desert us loved ones run off join the circus friends vanish like magic ghosts & faculties we all lose those down life's swanny - toodle-oo bollocks to it fancy a brew ? ...
borders they bring order by professor plum in the library with the candelabra
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borders they bring order
'til they border on disorder
& then cross that border
shades of mental-esque marauder
relax - smoke a daughter
sprinkle hopes with holy water
& then go out & get slaughtered
fucking monkey bollocks
borders
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lonesome like a lighthouse keeper by augustus carmichael
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lonesome like a lighthouse keeper in landlocked derbyshire there's a storm hitting the shore but it's no concern around here the sea is somewhere that a-way with rocks that wreck men dead there's mighty waves there's certain graves so i'm lonesome but i'm safer here instead ...
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off & on job by melvyn maybe
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in my mind well there's this poem palpitations throbbing glowing intermittent sometimes showing random there's no way of knowing ~ mentals beckons is it snowing? cobwebs encroach grandma's sewing tax inspectors ill winds blowing off & on job coming going ...
resarf poetry 