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pre-pour ( a true story in 15 lines )

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the sky was mute & toothpaste stains

as high was goats & ghostly trains

the runes were prunes

come roughly noon

so groan a moan so did the drains


the clouds were shrouds of spout again

as swans sang songs & tea leaves strained

the wind blew clues

as orchards bruised

& flung dung stuck on paintings framed


the scene was snared & paired as twain

as cats spat on the window pane

the sun's balloon

was but a spoon

so dogs were frogs - the rest is rain

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patience patience patience patience ( some truth but 51% nonsense )

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oh i sat in the dry & the moon rubbed my thigh

with a tear in my throat & a frog in my eye

as the nightingale sighed

& the telephone toned

oh i sat in the dry & the moon rubbed my thigh


oh i sat in the wet & the sun licked my neck

with a crow up my nose & some dust in my spec

as the sparrow hawk cried

& the bumble bee droned

oh i sat in the wet & the sun licked my neck


oh i sat in the mist & the wind kissed my lips

as the breeze slapped my knees & i sneeze from the hips

as the flapping bats glide

& the mossy wall groaned

oh i sat in the mist & the wind kissed my lips


oh i sat in the clear & the fog kissed my ear

as the stars burned nicked cars so the partridges cheered

as the lions felt pride

& the statues were stoned

well i sat & i sat - oh but where were you dear?

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