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Only fruit.
I was mean all week Through lack of sleep And Ribena still on my lips And the pill I took Which made me cold sweat In the Thai You thought it was the pan naeng. To escape the bile
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2 Minute Thought Train
You have a new bike Frosty blue, a Chopper It is jaunty, I say I use this word too much. Words I don't use enough: Exegesis. Diachronic. Snoop. Words with double 'o-s'
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Tea.
Show me pictures Of all your relatives Especially the ugly ones. I will admire the juxtaposition Of your stout auntie With the chubby milk churn. Later, tracing a teardrop of excema
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Hangover
I want to call everyone I've ever loved And tell them: Our time together Gave me joy so searing That now, when Sunday Is muffled and smells Like sweating bacon The thought of you tweaking
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Folk
Pressed against a skip Outside the pub we will never enter You tell me that I should listen To more hardcore. Bands with names like The Bonecrushers, Blood-Maimed, Death Nazi.
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