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mealz ( a short poem about no one in particular )
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peter had a pot of tea & toast with lemon curd malachi ate humble pie mister roget ate his words kate had her cake & ate it then matthew he ate his hat ouroboros carried on jack sprat he could eat no fat myrtle grazed on pastures lush tina had tinned tomatoes our arthur ate his heart out theo ate his little toes adam stuck to his name ale plus murray had a curry ares ate ambrosia & humphry? he went hungry ...
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i so chose to procrastinate by 12 line read
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i so choose to procrastinate i fiddle with scraps on my plate as cities stew & nations hate fuck-all calls don't exasperate as wars rage on - poverty grows as glaciers melt i twiddle toes these tumbling spirals we all know too oft ignored so down we go ...
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a waiting song
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thoughts become balloons in need of deflating as patience is for saints (some) dawdles are grating all pins & needles are blunt here - frustrating time is an old slug now waiting & waiting ...
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chuckling to my elf by percival paradox
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i've been chuckling
to my elf
elf is the roundabouts
progression from self
or transgression
from self to elf
as else
( ? )
regardless,
they're quietly amused
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resarf poetry 