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  • Even for Ireland, a very rainy month

    Solved problems in bin liners Sodden Dubliners sighing Longfaced long lines beside Bus corridors at home time Puddles that wouldn’t be long drawing ducks or their cousins Deep puddles you could use for diving Sure, go ahead and drive through doing ninety With no regard for anyone, gone are the old niceties I’ll tell you…

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    13th Feb 2026
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  • Goldbuyer

    Harder than Sekiro earning denero, bill has me looking DeNiro quizzical Hate to say it but love to say I hate getting physical even though I love it Gloveless drubbings over profits got from the contents of ovens Gloveless prophets turn their hands to putty handling the solar cousins Long heating and God’s cryptic briefings…

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  • Yoyo temper

    Make a good impression Been told they admire me Then deep, miring depression That’s my pattern because I’m ruled by Saturn A long shadow, all us children of the atom Dream visions of an unsettling black stone castle Wake screaming, coated in sweat Room black as a balrog’s asshole Messed it all up, made a…

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    13th Feb 2026
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  • Cherry Coke

    Swore on Osiris it’d be coming in tonight In the silence, praying there’ll be no violence Praying there’ll be no police sirens Sighing as ship lights enter sight Rise in triumph, twice blink the lights They’re on rocks, like mythic sirens Dockside wearing docs, use my cock more than Byron What I cut it with,…

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  • Elthnsafeyinnit

    Remove guardrails, let dullards die as they may It is not ours to harbour Souls our creator would prefer parted From their present party And besides, their departures Colour nicely our harbours, like Arbor Mist red or rent cherry pie.

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