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Clung to my lung
Crow in my socks, always stocked Coughing lots, deathdoor knocker and coffin dodger Some dodgy lugies I’ve hocked, lungfroth Hockney’s Drinking strong scotch Couldn’t walk a straight line for cops, tried to dodge Looked more like hopscotch But they didn’t find the bodge in my Neon Dodge Quite a night time scare, sans Podge and…
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Sundaywalk
Up Ticknock for a few spare hours, taking clean air Sweet-scented there, bowers hairy with rufous moss Mica from broken fairy mirrors spelling misluck seven years Banshee combs toothed with tears Sticking up like planted spears.