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resarf poetry

Poems are aliveyet often vermin& sleep deprivedall toss & turnin'.Poems are good friendsof most knaves & thought-trainsyet naturally wary of focus,plus understandably partialto mystery parcels& how they love munchin' on locust.Poems are the sounds of the bastard hills,poems are a lovely monkeyin a dream,most poems shopliftbut only from the big storessafe in the knowledgethat they'll outlive the Queen...

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