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sunday strolls ( a p o e m )
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strolling passed them churches catching bits of verses carried as the wind blows hymns beyond their windows sermons, chapter-verses preach to me these churches every week they sing-so ( never tempt me in though ) ...
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sunday strolls ( a p o e m )
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strolling passed them churches catching bits of verses carried as the wind blows hymns beyond their windows sermons, chapter-verses preach to me these churches every week they sing-so ( never tempt me in though ) ...
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( in a nutshell ) ( a ? )
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hazel was stuck ( in a nutshell ) the almonds were almost ...
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the many pitfalls ( of all ) ( a p o e m )
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all that glistens isn't gold
all that listens isn't told
all that shivers isn't cold
all that's striking isn't bold
all that's sweaty isn't hot
all that's tangled isn't knot
all that's polka isn't dot
all that's crikey isn't - what?
all that's podded isn't pea
all that's knobbly isn't knee
all that's leafy isn't tree
all that's stolen isn't free
all that's holy isn't saint
all that's distant isn't faint
all that's garden isn't quaint
all that's tartan isn't paint
all that's sinking isn't ship
all that's kiss me isn't quick
all that's carrot isn't stick
all that's parrot isn't sick
all that's throbbing isn't vein
all that's delayed isn't train
all that's pissing isn't rain
all that's missing isn't brain
all that's certain isn't fact
all that's tit for isn't tat
all that wobbles isn't fat
all that bobbles isn't hat
all that's roman isn't nose
all that's jammy isn't toes
keep wary - never suppose
all varies - go with them flows
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knitting in prison ( a t r u e t a l e )
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still drunk on life i'm knitting in prison from stick-ups & stitch-ups to mittens & hiccups ...
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how’s garden ( a l i m e r i c k – e s q u e e f f o r t )
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it's only right you know that how's garden does grow why now come june all throbs, all blooms as bees bob to & fro ...
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( pull the other one … ) ( a t r u e s h o w b i z t a l e )
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i once saw the actor jeremy irons wearing a wrinkly crinkled-creased shirt ( he must think we were all born yesterday ) ...
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the fly indoors ( a t r u e s t o r y )
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the fly indoors remains indoors from room to room, from floor to floor it bumbles on throughout this house outside the world waits - unexplored the window's smashed so you could go to paris, hull or tokyo i tell said fly - i need not lie follow that breeze which sweetly blows instead there's buzz & buzz again as all is buzz-buzz in my brain plus buzz & buzz & buzz & buzz plus buzz, plus buzz - it's been decades or so things seem, once more i groan then cry - oh fly, please leave this home or i'll make soup then thou may drown oh fuck off fly - leave me alone ...
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it’s samey, it’s boring ( a r h y m e )
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it's samey, it's boring with nought worth exploring so go to bed & bump your head & fuck it all off 'til the morning ... ( author notes ) just a few lines inspired by the old rhyme 'it's raining, it's pouring'
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yellow roses ( a p o e t r y )
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drenched moses those crows with hoses bend them rules & smoke osmosis sagely sneeze & blow some gnosis late is may summer approaches hip yon jigs entranced - hypnosis live fact-free don't diagnosis trust what is sniff whiffs & notice place your faith in yellow roses ...
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blah blah blank sheet ( a r h y m e )
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blah blah blank sheet have you any shit? no you tit coz that's you're bit none for the master & none for the dame who live in your bastard head because you're insane ...