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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Tuesday 13 March 2012

E Bay Habit.

Fully aware
like a kestrel
hung out in air
over morsels
 
of food
ready to pounce
won't do me no good
this 3.4 fl oz
 
bottle du bleu
too expensive
it's true
but I'm worth it.
 
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