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“it was predicted
news would become sillier
in the seventies
the three presented
with their perfect little beards
perfect little suits
(van gogh experts on bbc)
we’re all going to die
not very helpful is it
in a hurricane
frankly some of the
only normal people i’ve
seen here are drunks
what are you doing
sneaking around behind my
view,blindsided me
all you have to do
is rally someone to hate
and they’ll vote for you
(trump)
I answer this guy
when you say look at the sky
you say don’t pun me
Brighton used to be
the liberal capital
country of england
tell me more of your
mosquito and purell tales
wait with baited breath
(mosquitoes like perfume & in purell)
blind leading the blind
paragraph about the beer
no percent content
is your dress dry yet
are you finished with it now
just use my hanger
don’t know how many
years i have carried this bag
but it’s time has come
cross that off the list
things you can do comfortably
can do with your life
(basketball)
doc wife rips scrotum
these are the success stories
of my country
waitresses big smiles
that disappear the minute
they turn the corner
no one would have thought
he’d take the experiment
this far with the jeans
quite a good tee shirt
Apologies In Advance
back lawyer’s email
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Well crafted
fabulous collection of words on the
page…
“doc wife rips scrotum”? Eek!
Love the way your stuff lives at the intersection of Playful Absurdity and Urgent Anarchy.
Brilliant Haiku poems! I want to read more…
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Your usual brilliance, Erin. Can’t understand how people fall out of the “following” list, but you’re writing is always enjoyed.
thank-you very much rob..i have the same problem and also the notifications won’t appear as a page it just slides on and off on the right side of the screen and only about five faces appear, so i wouldn’t have seen this is someone made a comment above you..
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