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Clockbody
Skin pounding blast beats like beast-bleating The millionth time I’ve seen this band. Eves repeating Like defeated minds beating-eaten. Skin sounded a primitive tip off, clear as any beacon burning could signal: Worms turning so be off. A tingle to signal tonight’s not the be all end all, Count your singles, end the mingle then…
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Small victual
Nailed down then speared! The embattled spirit chances upon the wyrd Bronzely retired the honest tyrant The handsome weir is never tired; Lion never tire their diet; tyres long for grit; Bonnets dream of clean, cleaving hits Spray, hiss and cold hit of victim’s pips and leavings. It is these things that sleeping cars are…
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Untraceable someone
The unwelcome hotbloodedness summoner Strolled up to my low garden wall and droned drolly I alone prove how nothing changes My aching bones and wet cake face My noisome knees and bundy roll fingers salient-caked Like the boot of Tommy who ate it Bought it, the bullet, or mortar in this case, on whose case…
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London by spacehopper
Spring-heeled fiend seen Every evening this week This scabrous firebreather is wholly unlike. Evades easily police truncheons but is not so subtle As to avoid media discussion of his percussive ambuscades The air he scales by means of springed-heels Shoes whose wearer may leap many feet in a single bound A feat which reputable persons…
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Gash tally
Niggles in the body from rough sport pre worm turn Before I could easily afford the trappings of a Lord All somebody’s sniggering excised swordlessly in a single stern term You can’t have a wife and also turn to confirm she’s still behind A cake to have later or a crumb-laden paper plate, choose your…
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