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les marteaux 9:51 Wed Jul 27
What's your favourite poem
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Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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joe blob
10:28 Wed Aug 3
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A termite found a piece of wood.
He tasted it and found it good.
And that is why your Auntie May,
Fell through the kitchen floor today.
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Hammer and Pickle
10:13 Wed Aug 3
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Today's boletus was poetry, I don't mind tell in' you.
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Nurse Ratched
10:03 Wed Aug 3
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Slithy
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Nurse Ratched
10:03 Wed Aug 3
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Tove.
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riosleftsock
9:59 Wed Aug 3
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Twas Brillig and the slivy cove
Ah, fuck it.
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Nurse Ratched
9:51 Wed Aug 3
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New Jersey.
Now come on - that's fair comment about the olympics. Massive dullfest of meatheads. Zika will be the most interesting thing about it.
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Mike Oxsaw
8:59 Wed Aug 3
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The boy stood on the burning deck.
It was the good ship "Venus".
He checked into a Thai clinic,
And left without his penis.
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Lertie Button
7:38 Wed Aug 3
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The fucking cops are fucking keen
To fucking keep it fucking clean
The fucking chief's a fucking swine
Who fucking draws a fucking line
At fucking fun and fucking games
The fucking kids he fucking blames
Are nowehere to be fucking found
Anywhere in Chickentown
The fucking scene is fucking sad
The fucking news is fucking bad
The fucking weed is fucking turf
The fucking speed is fucking surf
The fucking folks are fucking daft
Don't make me fucking laugh
It fucking hurts to look around
Everywhere in Chickentown
The fucking train is fucking late
You fucking wait you fucking wait
You're fucking lost and fucking found
Stuck in fucking Chickentown
The fucking view is fucking vile
For fucking miles and fucking miles
The fucking babies fucking cry
The fucking flowers fucking die
The fucking food is fucking muck
The fucking drains are fucking fucked
The colour scheme is fucking brown
Everywhere in Chickentown
The fucking pubs are fucking dull
The fucking clubs are fucking full
Of fucking girls and fucking guys
With fucking murder in Their eyes
A fucking bloke is fucking stabbed
Waiting for a fucking cab
You fucking stay at fucking home
The fucking neighbors fucking moan
Keep The fucking racket down
This is fucking Chickentown
The fucking train is fucking late
You fucking wait you fucking wait
You're fucking lost and fucking found
Stuck in fucking Chickentown
The fucking pies are fucking old
The fucking chips are fucking cold
The fucking beer is fucking flat
The fucking flats have fucking rats
The fucking clocks are fucking wrong
The fucking days are fucking long
It fucking gets you fucking down
Evidently Chickentown
Thanks to ivan for reminding me of the Bard of Salford
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Billy Blagg
6:45 Wed Aug 3
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Shelley's 'The Masque of Anarchy' is a work of genius.
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BRANDED
5:15 Wed Aug 3
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Sorry. Its:
Pointy Bird :
O pointy birds, o pointy pointy,
Anoint my head, anointy-nointy.
John Lillian
Quoted by Steve Martin in the man with two brains
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nU4RD2f2BnY
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BRANDED
5:12 Wed Aug 3
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The pointy birds
A Pointy
Pointy
To my Head
a Nointy
Nointy
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New Jersey
5:10 Wed Aug 3
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Tennis is for gays, Olympics is for gays, Rugby is for gays, now lovers of poetry have met the same fate from the enlightened posters on WHO!
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Hello Mrs. Jones
3:44 Wed Aug 3
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Pretty much anything by Owen or Sassoon but this is my favourite
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
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ivan
3:32 Wed Aug 3
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John Cooper Clarke--Things are gonna get worse
love this
What me worry? I should care,
Shit for brains, wire for hair,
I’ve seen the future and I ain’t there,
Things are gonna get worse.
Velcro slippers and a spandex wasteband,
Washed up on Planet Wasteland,
Zipped up like a nylon spaceman,
Things are gonna get worse.
Things are gonna get worse, nurse,
Things are gonna get rotten.
Make that hearse reverse, nurse,
I’m trying to remember everything that I’ve forgotten.
Things are gonna get worse nurse,
things are gonna get crappy,
colour me perverse nurse,
bad news always makes me happy.
Things are gonna get worse nurse,
things are gonna get dismal,
smite me with a curse nurse,
make it something real abysmal
Things are gonna get worse nurse
I ain’t optimistic
I’ve got a mouth like a purse nurse
and a bungalow smelling of piss and biscuits
things are gonna get worse nurse,
murder by statistics,
take me back to the first verse,
the last ones just too pessimistic
Euthanasia – that sounds good,
An Alpine neutral neighbourhood,
Then back to Britain, all dressed in wood,
Things are gonna get worse
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zebthecat
3:31 Wed Aug 3
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I carry your heart - E E Cummings
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
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Swiss.
3:27 Wed Aug 3
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There Will Come Soft Rains - Sara Teasdale
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools, singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
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Swiss.
3:26 Wed Aug 3
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I Shall Not Care -Sara Teasdale
WHEN I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care.
I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough,
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
Than you are now.
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JACK1
11:31 Wed Aug 3
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when i was young i had no sense
i bought a flute for fifty pence
the only tune it would play
was fuck the pope and the IRA
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Nicey
9:35 Wed Aug 3
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I don't know
Best go
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HairyHammer
9:30 Wed Aug 3
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I love my beloved West ham
Though my wife is not a big fan
She hates when iv'e sunk
And i'm pissed as a skunk
But we've lost, and I don't give a damn.
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les marteaux
12:33 Wed Aug 3
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A young lady from near Potter Heigham
Saw some dildos and wanted to try 'em
But quick as a flash
They got stuck up her gash,
And she had no choice but to buy'em
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