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He loved her madly, he planted plenty seed he seemed a proper granny He seemed forever full of fun – he sits there He’s off into the night her laughter quivers Her partner is a skeleton. Hey! Boy! If you are God His conversation flattered; she said yes His early work was radiant His mother told him of the king’s Hoarfrost glimmering beyond How carefully they walk i am sinking I am the man that build his house on shit I dreamt I dreamt us strolling, arm in loving arm, I fished; but he was deep. i press your eyes I slam the door. ‘Dear, are you positive i sleep & wake i used to burn my poems ‘I’m strange,’ I’m in a meeting I’ve seen it often: In 19-something X was born In a dusty old crumbling building just fit for rats In church triumphant In love, and reverently inclined, In spite of love in the agonising In the bookshop in this last night 254 235 31 70 149 108 80 73 215 132 116 234 163 58 68 64 198 21 128 140 76 240 79 53 29 195 138 192 165 150 85 86 239 190 24 207
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last week a tripper Life of the party, he’s long long ago Look that fellow how he staring Lord of our diversity, Love gave her eyes: Lying in the dark together Me, crying; just outside the tomb. Me one, way out in the crowd, Mine history My ancestors My father smoked Negotiating strangers No strangers here Nostalgic devils ‘playing for fun’ Not a cloud in sight: Not long ago november sunlight O Father – if it be thy will – O Jesus, you were right: Ol’ plantation wither, on a grey day One evening in another town One man who came to dinner out of that pain Out of the shadow an awkward figure Peel-head john-crow circling please to Questions about meaning Reaching out resentfully awake 255 22 95 84 185 147 83 62 142 44 170 175 233 6 93 180 77 179 52 124 131 202 118 216 36 174 54 218 217 65 41 210

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He loved her madly,

he planted plenty seed he seemed a proper granny

He seemed forever full of fun –

he sits there

He’s off into the night her laughter quivers

Her partner is a skeleton.

Hey! Boy! If you are God

His conversation flattered; she said yes

His early work was radiant

His mother told him of the king’s

Hoarfrost glimmering beyond

How carefully they walk i am sinking

I am the man that build his house on shit

I dreamt

I dreamt us strolling, arm in loving arm,

I fished; but he was deep.

i press your eyes

I slam the door. ‘Dear, are you positive i sleep & wake i used to burn my poems

‘I’m strange,’

I’m in a meeting

I’ve seen it often:

In 19-something X was born

In a dusty old crumbling building just fit for rats

In church triumphant

In love, and reverently inclined,

In spite of love in the agonising

In the bookshop in this last night

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