Tag: ireland
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Fingercurling Beckoner
Do me wrong and you’ll feel the cold, not just shoulder Like a German soldier without a coat, Operation Barbarossa Invite sent, thought your event would be supercalifragilisticexpialidocious But I left early because it was atrocious, told my mates I had to go Went back home and hit a dab, burnt my hash flank black…
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Ritual to borrow four lives from a cat
Yapping more after Es Can’t phone home, I’m not ET Sore legs with pain between From last night’s sesh of CBT Bring swellings down with CBD GBH on a cunt from UCD Who didn’t cough up for green Left him with a hole like a CD Sprinkling mushrooms into Yakult Yack white as races made…
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Love’s the feeling of an easy breeze teasing your cheeks after weeks of confinement
Only a shot in the arm, what harm can it do? Best foot forward, don’t give gendarme an excuse Best believe I down foot to pedal fast if the wrong question’s asked Pedalled so fast I thought I would puke on the grass when at last I stopped; smoking too much to be giving this…
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The story of a love. My love.
What happens after Last drink we both knew we shouldn’t have Master and slave, neither knowing their place Stately chief in eider sleeve sweeping a fireplace While his ragged slave remains abed, postured as if dead on the chaise Daily Saturnalia; contorting, transforming, changing, this fluxsome pace The age of remakes, reforming what our lab…
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In animal-adorned Babylon of the dancers, wiping away my Alexander tears with a vellum world map
Having my latest strop, what she did I can’t recall Too late for retreat, dogged onward The Earth whole, or the sea’s freedom Clouds like a stomped Yop on cheap lino Blue as a Chartbusters shop Backdrop a cheap matte painting I’m at pains to say Nothing computer generated, city’s least popular place The good,…
Alchemisland 