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I incepted inappropriate verb day By deliberating and considering If others might be disconcerted By my unfocused wittering I’m undertaking an inappropriate verb day By meticulously examining my mettle To exclaim words that exalt Yet distract the mind and unsettle I’m finalising inappropriate verb day The task is
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It’s red and yellow and green and blue I’ve done a massive rainbow poo The smell isn’t that bad The colours totally rad My mum isn’t even mad She asks me I have any clue What caused my massive rainbow poo? I ate strawberries coloured red
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Smoking or vaping Is not permitted Anywhere except designated areas Although Legends Don’t use Designated Areas Do they You Fucking Legend
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On Friday 3rd June I read aloud my poetry in public for the first time. How does a writer get himself into situations like this? As with most silly/inspired ideas, following a drink. It all started a few months ago, when a friend and I were having some drinks
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I was inspired By the way you Embraced Minimalism The drive you showed To start The blog You undertook research To understand link-backs Search Engine Optimization I followed and liked I shared and commented I asked you what it meant You said my actions Were important For Google You said
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Bats are awesome They hide away in dark corners You never see them unless they want you to Bats are awesome They can hang upside down In quiet spaces waiting for their chance Bats are awesome People are scared of them But they can be avoided if you’re strong
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She squeezed a plastic Christmas tree, 70% off, into the trolley. A bargain for next year, she explains. I heave the tree out and restore it. She raises an eyebrow questioning me, her memory of the festive period not troubling her. About next year, I begin.
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I feel like being a politician The argument’s well balanced and even I could help people every day No matter if you’re Svetlana or Sonya or Steven It would not matter if they voted for me I would work for them all the same For I know the
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This summer All my neighbours got new dogs When they bark at dawn Noise echos through open windows No matter to me I'm looking after my crying baby I can't decide if the new dogs Are revenge Or competition
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Peas please Not pineapples Pears Pizza Or Parsnips I want peas Not pork Plaice Pies Or Potatoes So only give me peas Not pecans Pretzels Peach Or Pumpkin I desire nothing but peas Not paella Pancakes Pavlova Or prawns Just peas Just peas Just peas
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I'm a little bit scared of the postie Now I'm home working all day She knows Phone calls Video meetings These things mean nothing The knocking continues Until I open the door Clothes Children's toys My purchases are of no interest But they will