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Makes laugh, Uncontrollable becomes controlled, Fear folds like a pack of cards,  Bound to be the hound from Kirby Cane, Seen in Beccles today, Being driven by dark glasses, No smile, Not a trial, Yet. David A Robertson

The mother ship was angry when questioned, She was heard to say, nay, No reason to, Son said so, Respect crackled down the line and back again, The village place Bell were rung for no reason, Why R had Tonny fever, So the siren rung out and…
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Indecision led me there, Then what indecision if that were the original plan? Earlier I mentioned the Fan Man, In another shop, Makes you want to bop, I took my book, Dr Who, to read, However, conversation was to be made, Two came in for same number…
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Words are good for boosting moral, A tot of rum is better, Do not fetter your dreams, Make them real in real time, Not a lot of rum, or words shall fail you, Then what are words when they cannot be ate as some say they can. …
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Milk spilt is because, of the tilt, After pour not of, The earth and axis wrong, What is that I hear, The cow bell’s dong? David A Robertson 04.02.18

The bond between her and, Parental protection was broke, Through taken life death syndrome, Car crash problem, Why? Enough of Kirsty’s brain fry, Let her recover somewhat, of her dignity in grief, Who knows that it was not brief, She did not ask me to,…
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It must be nice to have a Sunny Day, When people smile and the Birds Fly, Around more happily tweeting objectivity, The dogs bark at the cats cool in the winter sun, People promenade to make a match, Except the Odd Ball, It would be a he, …
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She came to me in a rush On a social media platform I asked her if I could buy her some shoes She said as a present yes I think it was ok But later I had a disconnect Not a problem I expect Later I asked three…
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Rhino club is not what you think, A stubborn horn and what it can do, Damage when stampede occurs, A hide tough and no furs, Because Rhino club is awesome, White and trim despite the size, Think dead what it buys,… And before long the box shall arrive, To fit the dead thinker some…
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The bike is out of the shed again The black stuff lays down in front Of the wheels as the scenery passes for the rider to see No distance too far No hill too steep No. Just No. This has been the way for so long Take…
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