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ominous ( a nonrick )
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the milksops sobbed milk on this morn
as garden gnomes shat on the lawn
the sky roared jet black
as fork lightning cracked
a chartered accountant is born
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ominous ( a nonrick )
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the milksops sobbed milk on this morn
as garden gnomes shat on the lawn
the sky roared jet black
as fork lightning cracked
a chartered accountant is born
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the curse of wednesday verse ( t w e l v e l i n e d i s c h a r g e )
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apple pips - sunk battleships great shapes of ape & cattle dips forks in roads & singing spoons my elbows glow impending doom holy cripes - shy poltergeists all ham's am' drammed that wrong's gone right chaffinches & challenges let's pray that wednesday manages ...
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( she tried ) by 8 lines of fuck it, oh wells …
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mother used to tell me
never pen a poem
all poems are wicked
they're bad for our health
tie up your shoelaces
& don't talk to strange men
i am now a strange man
i talk to myself
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