cryptic crossword clue ‘ku

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cryptic crossword clue ‘ku  ( uk’ eulc drowssorc citpyrc  )

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son shines shoelaces

soothsayer kicks trampoline

like an iron plum

 

moses blows bugle

a blizzard on your elbow?

flemish penfriend melts

 

bishops on a bus

venusian spy dyes pubes green

treefrog kisses thee

 

pheasant heading north

evaporating waitress

stoat wrote ransom note

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spinning in july

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spinning in july ( yluj ni gninnips )

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sweating in cagoules

june’s the stuff of ghouls

calendars & spools

flutter butterfly

 

spreading like the pox

headless chickens box

poets picking locks

lows within the high

 

scatters on the graphs

as a badger laughs

over clovered paths

swirls the dervish sky

 

twisting with the tales

daze within the dales

grasses fade to bales

buddleia & i

 

kiss the tips of tors

as the blither roars

scratch the backs of doors

spinning in july

 

blending with the breeze

brambles grazing knees

scale the changing keys

as the bend is nigh

 

( gasp )

 

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spillage fayre

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spillage fayre  ( eryaf egallips )

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in the village of the spillage
& the little gland of weasels

 

where the air is a snare
& there’s death in their stare

 

in the kingdom of the karens
with their whispering projections

 

in the bites of their tongue
with a bouquet of dung

 

sings a pickled cabbage poet
in the scrawling of the morning

 

in the shapes of the daze
with a piffle pigeon pen

 

for a bend indeed
is a cowpat on the back

 

but the leas beam green
as the turds scrawl down
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( author nodes )

 

so eat my weird & go fuck yourselves

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do ducks quack?

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do ducks quack?  ( ?kcauq skcud od  )

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do ducks quack
or is that laughter?

 

larking mallards
sprites ‘n’ eiders

 

scrapes ‘n’ scoters
yes, they echo

 

so the sound goes
bouncing round so
like a ball
in rubber hallways
as the swans bob
& the moorhens
never cluck
yet peck in order
but the jigsaw
shrews are loosened
is it christmas?
where’s atlantis?
why do poodles
rhyme with noodles?
is it raining
frogs on saturn?
come on ducks
& share the joke
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i am not a bot

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i am not a bot  (  tob a ton ma i  )

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i am not a bot
eighty eight & apricots
triple seven six
six catnap
sixty pigeon ghost
( insert purple prozac )
seven fifty three
forty four turnips
parsnip marston moor
salad cream salamis
fifty tripled trots
three under shrine
fiver ampersand
godspeed, triple dot the dot
g.c.h.q – too
i am not a bot
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( author notes )

i often wonder if i am the only non-bot online
& everyone else is just code

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probably,
it is the fuckin’ internet after all

p.s

when i wrote salamis
i meant the naval battle
in 480 b.c
between the greeks & the persians
not the sausage
so pronounced differently
– cheers

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b r e a k i n g

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b r e a k i n g  (  g n i k a e r b  )

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scrawl of balls of gas
stones are thrown in bungalows
splatterings of glass

 

shatters in the head
bursts of squirms of cans of worms
blurs of blethered bread

 

catch the cabbage fly
scratch the misted yawning tor
yet the blend is nigh

 

so the fro is fog
twists of tongues & mumbled drums
hills within a bog

 

codes within the ode
scatter cushion factories
fluster & explode

 

morning in a spin
hymns ‘n’ dreams of magic beans
on the dawning in
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