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May 2017
Fruit cake rising
Oven burns
Loopy Lou
Twist and turns.
Running naked
In tall grass while,
Men in white suits
Can kiss my ****.
Hit my head with
A lightening bolt,
the fishing trip
Was not my fault.
My ark has a complex
communication flaw,
letting in the demons
Through thee oven door.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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