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spin the middle of the moth  (  htom eht fo elddim eht nips  )

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rain is on the brain again

in the gland of sinking sand

scumbles under onion skin

cotton socks & contraband


roving with october's ghost

gargles in the arse of june

piddle peas in mizzle march

gleaming is a sugar spoon


stirring sups in cups of tea

ponce upon a kitchen sieve

calendars & colanders

bumble on & bee the div


babble in the bubble's black

spin the middle of the moth

til the bastard sings a swan

flutters on & buggers off

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