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Slim suit size, looking antichrist nice
A great black basking shark Circles the Blasket at night Invisible in the his-eye dark Only those who bear the mark Can sell and bring their goods to market.
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Arabian speeds
Dependent on drugs, no floaties jump the boat Chuck myself in at the deep end Gem-ended the pendant Hugging my wife’s breast, gold thread at throat Platinum and gold mixture enfolding an opal No less than the best, looking royal out in Tallaght Looking met gala, look at this crooked fuck we met in Kinsala…
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Airmiles in ermine
Regretting what I gained by tact That I could have taken by attack Loathing all sense of former restraint Heavy saintgaze kept me straying Now waylaid, far as Clane from Australia Payloads just off planes Like footclenching John McClane.
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Both boats
Lip earns fifty lashes A back sorely branded A brandy sorely needed after Pressganged from the gallows Former bandit, now a deck hand And a dab hand at it Captain a bastard Crew all mad hatters Toward death madly dashing Sharks thrashing, time elastic Swallowing the fallen whole.
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Does love’s lack bestow any power? Still on but feel’s so utterly over Two dilettantes still on the rollover Will you never grow up? Give the goat over Strange clovers, maybe evil, with an eerie glow Bloodfed these flowers, gunge-bloated These streets, the expensive freedom which ringing guns promoted Lost, by unanimous motion.
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