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I hate wafflers
Too afraid to get after it Like a stalker who bottled after putting on his wax jacket Citing inclement forecasts, and generally feeling knackered Had to scoff at your talk of chalk lines and full throttle I’m the Orphan of Kos Got bodies like the Sex Pistols song Par for this course A serious par…
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Crossroad promise (Odin showed himself to me)
I should have been a water diviner Always find where it is hiding Rods cross like rite-potent roads Right potent if you know the right poem to recite By the roadside in sight of His Odious Mightiness Through ode’s dictation signal want of conference In my mad want I became self centred Went with my…
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Mole-blind minefinder
Wholesale, I like being cluttered with cluster Long hair like Custer Custard-coloured flaxen with Saxon sheen, axe in hand Could have been deemed Ivar the clear-minded, feel like I’m farsighted They could use me to find landmines with closed eyes.
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The candied wounds of the Eggchrist
Reliving undead Easters Recalling movable feasts All Mankind released Unto permanent freedom And this we rererejoice each year Candied egg clusters In the legate care Of swift-legged rabbits Beastly scenes by all manners.
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From behind the pot plant, the ensuing orgy sounded like a series of Fairy-Liquid-oiled hands slapping a boiled ham as hard as they can
Like miniature nuclear disasters camera flashes Camaraderie only live action Fill your cup up from the bath and speak when sanctioned.
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