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( the price of bread ) by 5 odd lines i wrote
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i remember when the bread was so very cheap that the bakers used to pay us to take it from their hands ( in another loaftime ) ...
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( the price of bread ) by 5 odd lines i wrote
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i remember when the bread was so very cheap that the bakers used to pay us to take it from their hands ( in another loaftime ) ...
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on a friday morn with mist by phuh cough
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on a friday morn with mist we tried to write a limerick we thought we should it might be good alas the usual shit 'n' piss came out when my trusty pen & i didst scribe some stuff & then the doorbell rang a dodo sang so we gave up bollocks ( the end ) ... p.s sorry
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( dunno ) by 11 second read
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hey diddle diddle a wriggle in the squiggle a dribble in the drizzle a pickle in the middle hey diddle diddle a quibble in the ripple a sizzle in the fizzle a piggy in the riddle ( ? ) ...
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sign language by no sneezing on platform 4
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broken english english broken read these words they speak unspoken sometimes symbols often omens portents this closed shop is open wet paint road works slow cones hotline subcon scious sponge brains? they've got mine no poets caution please land mines sign language the language of signs ...
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tiddlywinks with nymphs by nfe8747b9
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i like playing tiddlywinks with nymphs & i like winning ...
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alternative options by actual base reality ( so there )
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if you can't write from the soul there's your arsehole if you can't write from the soul there's your arsehole ( so ) if you can't write from the soul there's if you can't write from the soul there's if you can't write from the soul there's your arsehole ( your arsehole ) ...
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the ice age is coming ( tomorrow ) by doom mcgloom
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the ice age is coming ( tomorrow ) 'tis looming its cold's almost here it will get nippy circa mid-morning then stay for one thousand ( ish ) years the ice age is coming ( tomorrow ) so stock up on tinned soup & vests all earth will freeze deep sub-zero degrees so find a warm cave all the best ( x ) ...
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planning
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roman town centres? i'm all forum ...
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god is chocolate by ndwu3hr73g42yv
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god is chocolate eat god's flesh absorb god's choc divineness stick it in your mortal gob become a choc demigod on the sofa in your home transcend 'til you're sixty stone of beached whale with heart disease hallowed be thy arteries ...
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where echoes go by emperor allen key
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i need to know where echoes go so i can finally sleep i shout 'em down y'old village well it's one hundred feet deep they bouncy-fade they tease me so then silence sans a clue as feck knows knows where echoes go but someday i will too ...