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dick’ead has gone ( 12 lines of reality )
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dick'ead has gone - peace is restored back to prison a month or four each irked road has a dick'ead there at least one dick they're everywhere in some ideal world on some street they'd be neighbours life would be sweet a border drawn like lines in sand there they'd kick-off in dick'ead land ...
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a song of broken things ( a poemz of stufffffffff )
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of the broken
blackbirds sing
biscuits, hearts
& of course - wings
shattered bottles
bastard shards
icy troughs
accident scars
of broken morns
pie crusts, dreams
new ground, ranks
the mould & reeds
into gallops
fuck despair
( & )
fourth walls
so hello there
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operation poppycock ( xxiv lines read of poetrys )
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yes dare to clash wear green & red an offish hat on obscured head then don odd socks striped polka dots odd oxford shoes unorthodox give chicken pox back to chickens drink hot malt drinks on spring mornings mix acids with them alkalis tea with coffee ooh toffee - nice celebrate yule in burry june the fork's a knife the knife's a spoon you rebel you their rules - who cares? so fuck 'em all he who dares dares ...
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confused december ( 1 min read )
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ambling down this country lane dog beside us - sun above nothing much is on the brain just sundries, their like & such on a day that thinks its spring quite unseasonal ado pheasants strut - rabbits fucking december is well-confused catkins, blossom, new lambs - lo puzzling - is this a trick? shat knows just go with the flow happy easter - all that shit but seasons are fickle sorts now's winter lest we forget the next wind could freeze us all so don't count them chickens yet ...
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shop now closed ( 16 line poem sign )
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comeback tomorrow this shop is now closed peruse our aisles when we're not at home sample our delights bargains everywhere some gentle banter then purchase our wares when we are trading i.e not right now hagglers will have their vile tongues ripped out shoplifters will have both their hands removed this shop is now closed we'll be open soon ( x ) ...
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i’ve got loadsa poemz by 34.7 second read ( tops mate, tops )
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i've got loadsa poemz but they're just titles awaiting verses ( just ) waiting for words to spring forth like springed things out from the ether maybe the other a sudden burst i can't be arsed now & i did the first bit come on ye muses don't be so shy pull your fingers out loves or it aint teamwork or does the word team now have an i ( ? ) ...
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kick it off by general vernon keepsake
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kick it off plug it in switch it on things begin warm it up watch it go stand well back it could blow or implode keep an eye patience you in good time working now for the best this machine does the rest ...
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good evening edwin by juniper paradigm
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good evening edwin & how are those elbows? all twelve of 'em quite wonderful like velcro is god in his heaven? is bread in its bread bin? you're talking to yourself ( again ) so who the fuck is edwin ( ? ) ...
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