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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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Em Oh
Leave the gun take the cannoli, my MO Leave the Son, trace the unholy to its hole AM I’m unpenting a phlegm rope Before my breathing holes’re off wrote PM never absenting, going off road A jewel-hemmed robe afore my heathen host In my north room, the Goat loft.
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My joints are Dutch Masters
Crossed wrath-tossed oceans for the most commotional crow and dro That kicking foot, Goliath stood Dutch growers could hope to sow Overeem passport, half the store up my hole. I get it past for sport In dreams I’m revisited by the physical remnants of burnt passports.
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