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them & so & so ( too much truth )
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so speak to me of people
of people i don't know
of people that i'll never meet
like them & so & so
& leave no pebble unturned
unleash those anecdotes
it might look like i'm dozing but
i'm writing mental notes
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snare rush ( a n o n r i c k )
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oh mostly things happen too soon the six o'clock news was at noon but lunch was still late at roughly half eight then dawn & i gawped at the moon ...
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you have my harp ( a ? )
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as day turns dark, birds merge with bats as twilight flaps its blackish wings you have my harp - i want it back don't fiddle with my well-strung strings as great moons loom in vague blue skies loose change is but my total wealth i am not rich, no spoils have i you have my harp go pluck yourself ...
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some call it plagiarism ( a p o e m )
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blink at blank pages on the off-chance when your eyes open then they're not blank poems can tah-dah - suddenly there writ in an instant oh but from where ( ? ) blink at blank pages until they aint white as a snowflaked first coat of paint maybe it's pixies, faeries or gnomes when all is written claim as your own ...
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( my other poems ) ( a n e x c u s e n o t a n a p o l o g y )
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( my other poems )
are scatter-brained birds
( my other poems )
have returned to the earth
( my other poems )
are flowers on the dead
( my other poems )
shat shit on your head
( watch y'self )
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those cul-de-sacs ( a p o e m )
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oh no - most roads don't lead to rome in fact those cul-de-sacs don't go anywhere ...
resarf poetry 