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where’s mozart? ( a moderately contemporary word wank )
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mozart? don't know
sub concerto
conscious solo
twinkle
don't know
magpie smearing?
mathematics
twinkle hiding
try the
attic
what time's bedtime?
face in basin
death? he faked it
flute stuff
mason
know don't - hut-based
where art? twinkle
new stuff
pipelines
hope so
wishful
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( strange but true ) ( some stuff )
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aye strange but true like roman roads - oh wait, that's straight it's raining toads upon yon road which is quite strange as ducks on ponds burst into flames this road is bent, it's wind-inclined like hunchback cops the dodgy kind i wander on in lieu of clues or common sense 'tis strange but true ...
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mind-onions ( a brief … )
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in my mind i'm chopping onions hence the tears that then appeared ...
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this poetry is mind control ( some much needed truth )
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this poetry is mind control this distraction's your ball & chain with words designed to steal your soul re-program & re-wire your brain yet make you think you're more aware deceptive as all metaphors true evil runs the world out there beyond these words rage many wars ( read on ) ...
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i dream in soup ( some poem or such like )
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potage dotage a soupy head as brothy veins pump bits of bread asparagus bring me my spear the vegetables are mighty here as fungi loom the many spores great battles fought in - between snores i dream in soup leeked potatoes then yet more flies whilst comatosed ...
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the king of ting ( i never understand either, just go with it, thank you x )
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i am the king of ting & objects that go ding you may not have heard of me i'm famous in beijing i am the king of ting on my finger's a ring strike it like a glockenspiel & hear my hand go ping ...
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strangely erotic ( 8 lines of corrrrrr …. )
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rather strangely so like the a52 or tuesdays or rhubarb erotic are you like nuns on warm spring days or custard's thick skin we live & we yearn so don't question these things ...
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where is arthur? ( 32 lines of wonder )
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where is arthur?
where's he gone?
there asleep 'neath
avalon?
not that arthur
climb a tree
scan as far as
eyes can see
visit ruins
consult ghost
attach missing
notes to posts
ask a wise owl
they might know
cleverer though
are those crows
is he hiding
in our heads?
check cupboards
& under beds
question what is
really real
slippery these
eels we feel
dive in duck ponds
dig the earth
prepare yourself
fear the worst
then the phone rings
saves the day
it's arthur he's
on his way
...
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there was a barn in heaven ( 5 liner )
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there was a barn in heaven i dreamt it once in devon camping out on dartmoor when i was six ( or seven ) ... ( author notes ) no doubt it's since been razed to the ground by hooded arson-yoofs
resarf poetry 