Turboprop Poems - Poems about Turboprop

...A mediocre mealworm was sat on a hill eating a sandwich and drinking some tea when along came an elongated machine with a red face and elastic eel ears which pinged and ponged. The mealworm was confu......

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...Yawn said Saudi Arabian prawn in a bin liner watching a cake. Chopping cutting cuticles cubicles clubbing clang clanging clam. Drama is not an item in a scene. It is merely to disguise battling mollu......

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...Alien implications of a turboprop turnip turning is usefully attuned to mystical presences. Mind stretching images of computerised garbage on an umbrella of slime. Outnumbered then are juices in helm......

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