I've been scribbling again...
Poems in 140 characters or less...
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I shall buy a hat with a brim
two thee button tweed jackets
one for bath and one for sleep
I shall wear a cloak of purple
and slippers while shooting snipe
charitably cut pork pies into five
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Anna Logue scratched an itch with her pen
David Logue tapped, puns, at the table
together with coffee - the cat - verse ends
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looking back from my mothers skirts
I can't say what was wrong with my aunts kisses
though fear is a game sister liked to play
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put wood in toil tha clarty gall
be litted candle yon bubble
in yawn tonic and gin
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in the last gaunt vestige of poetry
where darkness looms, death prevails
I took to painting the Sistine chapel
with a 000 brush
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upspoken the wind makes statements of questions
can you run no no like no then blow go go go
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*smokers cough*
Fuck Leeds
*bow*
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phlogiston tonic to debt incremental
the gun lay between us exciting potential
blood bonded in friendship excremental
we rise
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peace:)
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