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• How old?

  I know what it means When he takes his lancet out  Roll up my shirtsleeves, sit down  No one frowning or crying out  Soundproofing drowns all those sounds out Sea replacing all ground now  All ground down to powder  Expired empires marked now by dirt mounds.

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  21st Jan 2026

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• Soul going to auction

  Take more than a corkboard agenda to make an impression, La Leyenda Not stressing, no money stretch need since loads of yesterdays Been blessed indeed, but who is my guest at the feet Seated nearest me, scent brimstone hint, cloaked with cloven feet Snippets of talk, those who would see me defeated “From nowhere, to…

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  19th Jan 2026

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• A modest, thorough and poetical account, amounting to a description of the demesne Dempsey; its barony entire: from the flagstones to the rushing rapids, the lows where the stags go to rut, the highs which abut, also the plentiful lanes, beautiful meadows, plains, and woodlands it contains.

  Couch to 5K, house with road frontage and modest acreage Its name one which is antient, recipients of much patronage A cursed line, sadly, if their life is not by their own hands taken They end up as rawthroated bedlam patients Place practically quakes, parties everyday, a resident DJ Two swans, Uther and Igraine, doing…

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  16th Jan 2026

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• Emerald Isle Ephemer AI’m

  In Black Puddle city, where Stout rules Fire’s there It’s about fuel Used lighter fluid; you can smell the fumes Fuck the stress of booking a room Just suck it, maybe sex, then spit in the bucket, take your ducats and exit through The door you entered, nothing subtle what it is, like them supple…

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  14th Jan 2026

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• Fucking after fighting crime

  I’m always on the lash I’m a gun toting badass With a Walrus ‘tache I’ve got a Richter Belmont lasso and a brass badge Don’t act rash, I’m throwing bad guys in the tank They needed an Irishman to tame the yanks Abrasions, too hard when I wank A maiden my ass, that slot stank…

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  5th Mar 2025

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