Tag: poem
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Mole-blind minefinder
Wholesale, I like being cluttered with cluster Long hair like Custer Custard-coloured flaxen with Saxon sheen, axe in hand Could have been deemed Ivar the clear-minded, feel like I’m farsighted They could use me to find landmines with closed eyes.
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The candied wounds of the Eggchrist
Reliving undead Easters Recalling movable feasts All Mankind released Unto permanent freedom And this we rererejoice each year Candied egg clusters In the legate care Of swift-legged rabbits Beastly scenes by all manners.
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From behind the pot plant, the ensuing orgy sounded like a series of Fairy-Liquid-oiled hands slapping a boiled ham as hard as they can
Like miniature nuclear disasters camera flashes Camaraderie only live action Fill your cup up from the bath and speak when sanctioned.
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Search for the Green November
Straightener, no Bering Barings bank on my beller Asking whether I prefer Nuke sub or propeller
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Crumbs
Over bread, I’m twisted up like challah bread More motion than Chalamet last year’s end Charmander how I’m gushing flames Charming man, they’re gushing Blushing because of my fame I have to get it and that’s today Tactless blunt I call it plain Flavours in blunts you only get when the bud’s still wet On…
Alchemisland 