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I Can See
A Beautiful River Flowing past me Under the Baby Blue Sky Written by *** aged eight
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15 Baloons
On Saturday I released 15 balloons To celebrate the publication of my book about The Strasbourg Dancers One of these balloons Was later found by Frau Troffea Who started dancing In her beautiful apartment In the 6th Arrondissement
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17 Baloons
On Tuesday I released 17 balloons To celebrate the publication of my book about The Strasbourg Dancers One of these balloons Was later found by a child from Strasbourg Who started dancing In the Street of the Schools
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The Golden Book at the End of the Alphabet
Without sounding obvious the average Joe on the street lives under an invisible ceiling He or she is not aware of its existence as they cannot see or touch it. But they can feel it Why do you say that Alice? They can feel it because when lets say a mathematical problem becomes […]
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I am Divine
Even though I hardly disturb the shadows You know of me through the magic of my words I am Divine
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My Sad Captains
My drapes are still closed although the party ended many days ago The clothes that I wear reek of piss and sweat after my nights of excess My sad captains have returned to their sharp senses And have left me here in this room as I have abandoned mine I live from one fuck dream […]
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Baise la Republique
I had felt sick that morning and found myself in an unpleasant loo in a shopping mall where I shit freely and without reason As I looked at the door I saw evidence of recent homosexual activity which sickened me even more After an age I reached forward to the paper dispenser and found it to […]
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Truth Coming Out of Her Well
The philosopher Democritus once said Of truth we know nothing For truth is in a well But that is about to change as I saw truth Emerge naked from her well With a sharp whip in her hand Liars and actors take heed of my timely warning For […]
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King Queen Prince
Last month the Royal Family visited my small town As I was unimportant I did not meet them And spent the day in my perfumed bath When the splendour had subsided I visited the beach How fragrant I was I picked up a pebble And awoke it from its slumbers It began to speak to […]
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Anne and Daphne (Poppy Cloth)
In the multi-coloured craze room Anne and Daphne merged without protest Into the rapid patterns of the poppy cloth After the painting Sarah Rose Troughton