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on the sheet ( some sheet )
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we're on the sheet yes as we do once more unto a sheet or two a sneeze - achoo a squeeky shoe good morning all good evening you bring me my ink my shitty pens & special lens for hidden gems please some of them aye know thy sen we're on the sheet again ( the end ) ... ( author notes ) in case you were unaware sen means self, nice 1
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breadcrumb trails ( some ?-verse )
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i've been following breadcrumb trails along yon rivers in them dales for years & counting - through time's mist oh mystery - your tail tells tales or so folk say yet here no luck in lieu of clues i'm quackin' up the trail's gone stale, my shape it shifts so now - oh fuck i am a duck ...
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crackin’ in ( coz rhymes can be free too )
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crackin' up? crackin' in tentacles pack it in kraken yous natterjack bubblewrap cul-de-sacs toad on road air pockets soothsayers eye sockets portents here bubble burst stub a toe ow - that hurts ~ phone a friend? make one up be a bee sup, sup, sup wear a face don a gown i've seen her around town vanishings stroke an ear candlemas disappear turnip wars piffle vest sandwiches ( bless this mess ) ...
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crafted by hand ( some truths & out the other one )
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all of these poems are crafted by hand no fancy machines as it's art - isan but just who is anne? you misunderstand no robotic prods just shat pen - that's grand as birds boss the skies as sheep graze the land one scribbles on sheets shit riddles of man it's bespoke ( of course ) all part of the plan so don't knock this wank 'twas crafted by hand ...
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biscuit fingers ( some shite for turdsday )
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if i had biscuit fingers i'd nibble at my digits i'd dip them in my tea then i'd be impaired ...
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the p in ptarmigan ( some more gubbins for the annals )
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you're not the c in cardigan or either b in barbican no - you're the p in ptarmigan ( your silence fools not me ) ...
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a cloudless sky ( disturbing sheet indeed )
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a cloudless sky
where have they gone?
just clueless blue
something is wrong
the sun dial smiles
yet can't explain
this lack of shade
this lack of rain
perhaps the clouds
last stormy night
fell out with god
then went on strike
thence huffed their way
behind the moon
to hide a while
( ? )
please come back soon
( x )
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( going nuts ) ( some shit )
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almost is almost an almond ( but not yet ) ...
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vulnerable ( 8 lines of something )
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if you yawn upon a morn
in that bit beyond the dawn
by a cool pool or pond or such
or a lake where insects swarm
careful with that morrowed yawn
you're exposed - insects get drawn
via your gob they'll hive your mind
they'll nest-infest
- you have been warned -
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( a piss of piece ) ( by some fuckin’ scroat for yous fuckin’ scroats )
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be that tiger effort freely squeezing lemons breaths of breezy on so-named street a,b, peasy beneath pie skies nice & easy ...
resarf poetry 