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butteries batteries by ludwig van jenkins
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i need to recharge my butteries by that i mean batteries i.e exacturrly i'm f*ckin' nackered me ...
Poetry
an excuse
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an excuse by nef84ht74wh99.563219p
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radioactive hairy palms pontefract cakes car alarms save the badger raise the vague help us lord golf sale this way ~ neolithic bicycle spokes trampolinists shite on toast bloody werewolves nemesis - fate good evening all & sorry i'm late ...
grey saturday
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grey saturday by libby lixivia
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bric-a-brac tit for tat sleeping dogs t.v shat muddy bike foamy bath stick to facts charts & graphs ~ iospheres bake a cake lick the bowl slumber wakes giz a wave that-a-way saturn daze grey saturday ...
the man who stank of christmas
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the man who stank of christmas by barabus vortex
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the man who stank of christmas stinked some years ago with festive b.o yellow snow & mistletoe the man who stank of christmas vomit, blood, great auntie flo roast potatoes - ho ho ho all fucking year he's dead now though ...
i am a skeleton
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i am a skeleton by stephen cheese-straw
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i am a skeleton veiled in flesh & you are a ghost yet aint late yet so fear thee not death's pantomime don't shat your pants it's only time ...
my current currant top 5
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my current currant top 5 by franz joseph list
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5 red 4 black 3 buns 2 river & 1 electricity ...
the mystery of little mozart’s twinkle toes
the mystery of little mozart’s twinkle toes by sara scapa flow
twinkle twinkle little mozart's toes why are you twinkling? pass - shite knows shining like a star so bright toes aren't s'pposed to emit light ( ? ) ...
plop, look & listen
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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 ...
a fairlytale
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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 ) ...
respect your elders
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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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