Tag: identity
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Column of expired guises
Writing badly myriad types of poem Johannes Factotum scrolls unrolling In my nook My wisdoms like odes to toads’ beauty deface no quote book Meeting word quotients Alike thinking great minds Or rarely differing fools Of a Took Took down a leatherbound book Dense and unpleasant, inducing senescence Already sense’s lessening Tabulating fleeced sheep Minyan-chased…
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Eight Hundred Give Or Take
The Irish man, he of the Glen We are bogmade not of Fen To us a tree is a crown, and a road sounds like a cow When you want it done shout anois, they’ll know you want it now Liza’s ladies and her quisling spymasters, lorecrackers and invisible inkers Crossed finger across table winkers…
Alchemisland 