Tag: folklore
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Sundaywalk
Up Ticknock for a few spare hours, taking clean air Sweet-scented there, bowers hairy with rufous moss Mica from broken fairy mirrors spelling misluck seven years Banshee combs toothed with tears Sticking up like planted spears.
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Octopus arms, got suckers Deity farm, Olympian father Not far from a Demigod, suckers Old and new muckers All the tunes ruckus Raining down, upturned buckets Spending like we’re underbudget I’m smoking squidgy with pukwudgies Me and Puck tight buddies, soul like squid ink Hitting them back, one tough slugger Quick spit tell a man…