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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Monday 28 May 2012

Forest Forment

Birds murderously
scrap it out for shade that there 
just ain't enough of.

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