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damn these paradoxes of ours …

there’s a bucket in my hole

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there’s a bucket in my hole  (  a  t r u e  t a l e  )

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there's a bucket in my hole

& there's a kitchen in me rat

there's a settee down my keys

& there's a tree

stuck up my cat


there's a hay barn on my fire

& aye - there's soup within my fly

there's a shadow of my shadow

but don't ask us how

or why

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May 14, 2017resarfpoetry damn these paradoxes of ours ... Leave a comment
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