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Sky Peals; or Brutalist In
On these top-heavy mood swing, moonshine days between the two best seasons of the four we’ve (allegedly) been getting for our annual ration ...
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A stroll down Parkgate Promenade, Cheshire My boat is a horse I'm an inland Norse-man Sailing a tide of grass On any given day...
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Everything's gone brighter, somehow Everything's gone brand new There's a smile in the evening light now There...
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From a collection entitled: Semantic Dissonance; or The Echelon Rink Recently disused words and phrases, like modem, rude health and sham...
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