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plop, look & listen by gregory celery
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plop like a pebble what's been lobbed into a pond or a small lake or a puddle in the park plop like a turd but not a shit - it's a rude word or the owl who was afraid of the dark plop all the day then plop through the night because that plop don't stop until one day plop so sad - blame god comes death you've plopped your clogs ...
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a fairlytale by arthur yarn
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once upon a lemon thyme oh many pears ago accordion to leg end or so the story blows there lived a lovely prim mess with beauty unthatched since & then one day she pissed a frog & the frog turned into a quince ( the end ) ...
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respect your elders by fhy7799kmnbf4
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they've been growing in the hedgerows long before the likes of i or you or any person they bring cordial & wine from their flowers then their berries which are high in vitamin c so please respect your elders & their seniority ...
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weasel pox versus shite toast by some tosser or other
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stroke my chin eat more peas bless you jesus a christ-like sneeze thank you brain come back soon let's get drunk & then steal the moon smoke my whim eat less dust & never trust the national trust save the owls bring back then plus up the odd fuck off the end ...
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fluent flemish by cardinal colin hopscotch
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beyond that nasty accident well many-a-thing changed involving the green wheelbarrow some stuff got rearranged why like i speak in flemish now quite fluently - how strange is this all my coma still odd magic or the brain ( ? ) ...
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idiots by anne idiot ( et al )
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yes everyone's an idiot humanity is idiocy united by stupidity to resist is futility yes everyone's an idiot but if you somehow disagree then you're more berk-inclined than me please open your idiot eyes & see ...
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oh shit, it’s september by agnes thumb
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september surrenders as summer's dissenter the autumnal bender the scaredy twat member offender yet splendour the judas transcender a misty agenda oh shit, it's september ...
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a brief ode to cobweb season by monty guzzles
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it's cobweb season the cobwebs are here it's my highlight of the spidery year they're lighter than feathers they capture our breath if i were a fly i'd fear certain death ...
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scrambled eggs by your long lost cousin’s orthopedic shoe
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how do you like your eggs? scrambled as the head or the undecyphered code with the click i've yet to get why then the going's lazy shades of king-sized bed spread encryption is the key in the meantime there's eggs ...
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there the pastry folk dwell by so far today just tea & look what happens anyway …
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under earth's fragile crust well there is no hell but the planet is hollow there the pastry folk dwell it's a secret society / pastry based race their bodies skin is choux shortcrust is their head / face so ignore modern science with its gobshite shite lies coz it's more jules verne meets some pasties & pies their capital's flanballah it's a quiche meets citadel it's breath taking in springtime there the pastry folk dwell ...
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