Poems in 140 characters or less...
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the beauty of a poem
lies no in what we see or taste or feel
none of that is real
- but what is left behind
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there ain't no point complaining
that you was the one what's frit
you scared my blooming life out
you red headed wing'd git
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that flickering of water
free to run down hill
chattering on grass and stone
in defiance to be still
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I'm really very happy
in fact I'm cock-a-hooper
that labour has lost it's balls
and now he's mr cooper
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peace:)
The Blue Book
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