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eleven leavens ( snevael nevele )
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riddles in rummages, scribbles in the head
inking of phoenixes, bicycles ‘n’ bread
bumble on – bee a seed – ’til the deed is done
spurring as gingers burn in the summer sun
as the old normalzzzz falls, shuffled shackles shake
muffled men tumble then – time f’ tea ‘n’ cake
burst beyond songs of swans, inner pickles so
scrawling up rubber walls – all’s a ball of dough
rising like sirius or a runner bean
leap above terraces – on a trampoline
of a blue afternoon – shooting leaves of green
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