a poem in between the blanks

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    a river runs dry
    like a jogger on the moon
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    normie afternoons
    watching sportball bollox
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    the latest untrue goss
    about yours truly
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    friends on the internet
    that you’ve never met
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    three gulps left
    of this shat cappuccino
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    easter makes more sense
    somewhere in october
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    battered haddock, chips
    mushy peas & curry sauce
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    early bird plods
    along these empty footpaths
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    the sweet life & times
    of a custard cream
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    the rearranged dream
    of yer country cousin