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we are collectors by ndiwjei2ye2y3yy34y
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when we collect things we become collectors as we build up a collection of sorts like blue magazines or antique trampolines no pressure the decision is yours & then down the line we can sell this collection & all the possessions that we own but we can still collect dust one's wits & one's thoughts as we plan what to collect next naked & alone ...
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always keep a handkerchief by han d kerchief
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always keep a handkerchief tissues soon reduce to mush come a downpour pretend that you're a viscount most strangers are killers but try to get out more consider the bee in clover but never dare to see golf's dark appeal always keep a handkerchief go to bed around the same time eat 3 square meals ...
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excuse me, i’m a poet by tom tarpaulin
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excuse me, i'm a poet yes poet coming through we love all the pointless things as that's what poets do excuse me, i'm a poet & poets can jump queues then get special discounts coz we're not plebs like you excuse me, i'm a poet behold my mighty pen all my friends are poets i don't have any friends excuse me, i'm a poet this gift is a godsend destined to bore so blame the lord until my fitting end thank you ...
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barn on fire by samuel pontypandy
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somewhere there's a barn on fire out there somewhere not this damp valley - its river, its mire but somewhere out there no smoke can be seen, no billows climbing higher yet out there somewhere yes always somewhere there's a barn on fire out there take care ( x ) ...
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floaty ghosts yvette ing-process
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floaty ghosts restless hauntings momentum springtime a crocus restless no focus cheese rolling multi-plug cobwebs delusions am i florence nightingale? maybe confusion are you isaac newton? momentum & hauntings late spring midwinter potholing is daunting from pheasant to peasant from pauper to crown atishoo atishoo we all fall down ...
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stand back when they’re crumbling by juan koff
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stand back when they're crumbling kismat kismet descent stand back karma cashback crumbling descent stand back kinetically challenged challenges crumbling stand back pyrrhic descent intent crumbling the coffee morning's cancelled industrial action bullshit tumbling kismet intent weasel whines poltergeists intensity crumbling descent stand back fumbling density this is not tea at 3 in the afternoon challenges police cars bullshit cashback kinetically stand back harvests scarecrows cycles tumbling intent scarecrows descent pyrrhic cashback tumbling stand back when they're crumbling ...
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the key is catchphrases by roy walker’s secret bastard lovechild
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i think the key is catchphrases we all need one o' them 'order order' says the judge the vicar says 'amen' 'geddoff moy land' cries farmer giles & then we duly flee so get one that's yours if you want to open doors catchphrases are the key ...
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the brain's elastic bandy but bananas come in handy when the day's seem strange coz the sun's been on the shandy & the sky is always high despite the hills that we climb & the clouds? well they're just cloudy which doesn't clear the mind so i peeled a bent banana but i peeled it the straight way which can only always look a little slightly gay next i gobbled from the tip like with all my mortal might & then shat went yellow goodnight vienna, goodnight ( x ) ...
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i thought of you as doves plan coos as potters spin & mould the truth sleeping policemen sweetly dream & interior designers scheme scheme scheme i thought of you as novelists plot they're better when feared than loved them lot briefly & then i switched on the telly niccolò di bernado dei machiavelli ...
( please click on this poem to read it as it should be i type in preformatted on here which used to come down as one albeit to the left but now, whatever stream your on it just shows the first bit bunched in another typeface come on wordpress you fuckin' shitehawks why the chuffin' shat-munt change or is it me? ) ~ our world of rhyme where lines they chime from morn's dawn yawn to rhyme's bedtime yet then we sleep then dream of sheep joyriding jeeps watch out - beep beep day & night long it's one big song or chanson i blame trad & anon so tra la la la la la lee fiddley diddley diddley dee ( nice 1 ) ...
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