Here are some poems, composed by a puppet,

some are my own and some of them not.

You can like one, or quite like them all,

or simply not like them a hell of a lot.


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Wednesday 15 February 2012

Magnetic by Wendy Cope

i spell it out on this fridge door
you are so wonderful
i even like th way you snor
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