Poems in 140 characters or less...
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give me more of knowing laughter
from confusion rolling
each to their own ho and ha
to blend in concerto of kinship kind
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one day manchester will be built
the cranes will take wing
without girders in their beaks
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that cow looks cold I said
in a bit of playful teasing
it's not cold at all you replied
it's absolutely freisian
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across the valley rain hangs like ghosts
phantom shafted rainbow shimmered
they turn inwards entwining
sweep southwards on the wind
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peace:)
The Blue Book
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