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mater nature provides by crispin dawdles ( 13 read line )
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we're foraging for our next meal out in them wilds we're frisking fields for juicy moss or budding shoots the less known sorts of nature's fruits we're foraging - berries 'n' nuts 'edged 'erbs - fungi aye all that stuff ( why ) twenty quid we found last easter sat on a stile - free takeaway pizza - ...
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( hangover poem ) by 18 lines of ‘ing read
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in the beginning there was sober now bells knell dogs piss on clover damn you shandy your hangover above my ( head ) there shats a plover a quiet drink became bender gay hunchbacks? i don't remember phuket - thought i then it's december i now sweat ( like ) a sex offender ...
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gift for juniper ( 8 lines of shat-fook )
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i'd like to buy you jupiter not the god - the planet it's not on the market now but one day dear you'll have it i'll then rename it juniper a gas giant called thee until then here's a cucumber & a formicary ...
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( not murder ) by 4 times 2 read line of
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a pint of mild - a good night's sleep shat no pants at these words i speak no fret not as said saying goes oh i could murder one of those or kill for as it's just a phrase besides the moon's in its wrong phase to stir an urge not that i could more tea curate? touch wood touch wood ...
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a pebble for your thoughts ( 8 lines )
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a pebble for your thoughts assuming you have any a nice ripe shiny pebble ( sigh ) i spent away my pennies to a persuasive sort which may sound sadly tragic but he gave me these pebbles apparently they're magic ...
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hazel ( a short burst )
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your eyes are almonds & they glow quite green as the pistachio your sneezes too they follow through a-a-cashew - cashew? bless you your walls are loons as raving peas your home too has mad cow disease all it adds up - no ifs or buts my dear hazel you're fucking nuts ...
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footpath yonder
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absence makes the heart grow fonder essex makes the girl go blonder civics make the car go honda footpath yonder ( poet wonders ) ...
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( insoled oblivion ) by x-word-reeeeeeeeeead ( reet )
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( shoelaces ) ( collisions ) ( cobblers ) ( dominion ) ( loads of 'em ) ( millions ) ( insoled ) ( oblivion ) ( ... )
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in a field upon a hill by 4 couplet read
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in a field upon a hill feeling old november's chill tickling my cloud white bones glimpsing mist in valleys low that once were here - we've since climbed aye, spot on ( concurs the mind ) darkness falls - i squint for views ( i've a warm home to go to ) ( ? ) ...
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( escape from planet hogwash ) ( click to read )
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yeah words are free or so they say but in bookshops we have to pay with real money to own those words & so we steal which seems absurd yet then in court when things turn grim they'll throw the book to rub it in at misled us or so to speak so words aint free & talk aint cheap ( wankers ) ...
