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Along the glass of a lazy stroll, The jar popped open the doctor, Or so I thought, ‘cos attachment, Honour and protection was proctor. Amis of gel, congruence and ear, No disk did move my larynx clear, Undue was the throat inside instead, Which elongated my sinews head. The cerebral hemispheres dance, To reason’s sediments glance, The axiom nuclei of radius fodder, Taxonomic from a cooling splatter. But my chair collapsed, was rejected, And my sweated foot bounced unsaid, Four legs not two around about, head Their arms detached from pout affected. Oh the seventies did collide and mix, With solemnity’s roles and grades, Under the blankness of the stare, Came the tare that ripped unaware. Contingent upon my father’s books, Magic cards and imagery games, My piano, pencil drawings, TV flicks, Starwars did not renegade flames. Not continent upon the bible black, Therefore not continent upon the kin, So not deluded or emotional, gone, Won the neighbours hearts, pimm, grin. Silence comes upon the beholder, Not upon the glancer to extract, When friends and lovers folder, The broken heart that stays intact. Knight the darkness, loon the light, Put the bedding out into the light, Bring the muscle into view as stringy, To by the pound shift the loofah pingy. Medicine’s chalice guilds the sweep, Of the dopamine in inner scales, But when the neurones skirt fit ham, An ombudsman should call it maam.

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Along the glass of a lazy stroll, The jar popped open the doctor, Or so I thought, ‘cos attachment, Honour and protection was proctor. Amis of gel, congruence and ear, No disk did move my larynx clear, Undue was the throat inside instead, Which elongated my sinews head. The cerebral hemispheres dance, To reason’s sediments glance, The axiom nuclei of radius fodder, Taxonomic from a cooling splatter. But my chair collapsed, was rejected, And my sweated foot bounced unsaid, Four legs not two around about, head Their arms detached from pout affected. Oh the seventies did collide and mix, With solemnity’s roles and grades, Under the blankness of the stare, Came the tare that ripped unaware. Contingent upon my father’s books, Magic cards and imagery games, My piano, pencil drawings, TV flicks, Starwars did not renegade flames. Not continent upon the bible black, Therefore not continent upon the kin, So not deluded or emotional, gone, Won the neighbours hearts, pimm, grin. Silence comes upon the beholder, Not upon the glancer to extract, When friends and lovers folder, The broken heart that stays intact. Knight the darkness, loon the light, Put the bedding out into the light, Bring the muscle into view as stringy, To by the pound shift the loofah pingy. Medicine’s chalice guilds the sweep, Of the dopamine in inner scales, But when the neurones skirt fit ham, An ombudsman should call it maam.