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  • Old Bickering

    Neighbours around Lough Neagh won’t spare a cup of tae Eel pickers say they remember the first farmers when they came Or as they would put it, when they invaded and began inveigling Nine pints or eight it takes before they break their silence and bloviate Down in Foley’s downing pints with ties off, they…

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  • Citadel of the Autarch

    Up in the northern reaches Breaches in the mountains Through which Ascian armies file Alien crafts patrol the skies, without disguise.

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  • The Book of Invasions

    Farmers say  Eel pickers around Lough Neagh  Descend from Hunter Gatherers, whilst they Descend from Neolithic farmers, those whose grave markers  Astound, yet drawing remark millenia later Evidence of life here thirty three thousand years ago, I don’t remember a masonic period before the ice age This old race were dark skinned, blue eyed, in…

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  • UpAllFuckAll

    Pinting up all hours Fine thing calls, powers Out for a Up with the Lark Walk in the Talk of the Park. Up all hours fuck all going on Ad for Alton Towers, old style blower no logo in foam no feds on phone Rotating sim  Slim Charles how I survive shit despite a hundred…

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  • Bloomsday

    By choice A lifetime reading Ulysses Still utterly clueless, please James Joyce Dim my agenbite of inwit, we are dimwits To your deft pen, limn rift trip a dram sipper Nora bottom red be a slipper, Barnacle farty arse Stitched up like a Kipper His secrets, sutured fissure gone with the name of Jack the…

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