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No more moon till morning
When you came across them, you hollered 'fungi findings!' Wrapped up like pale babushkas we came out of the trees to find you in your red hat right and compassed in front of a field of them. Their smooth fore skinned heads
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The Bee Team
A poem about cheerleading. Why? you might ask. I really don't know.
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Till you get the shape right
Will, who won first prize for drawing portaits with eyebrows said it first, 'your knee folded up looks like a vagina.' then watching the school nativity in church he held my hand. An experimental speed poem, wot I will edit later.
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Bright and tight
Yeeees, a bit dodgy this one. Erm. all I can offer is, speed poem?!
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Rebellion
The swimming pool clung like a cold cape to her neck and shoulders, her pink lips, purple cheeks and white ears making her look the least like a flower. Walking home, she concerntrated on the squat yellow line
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