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Nov 2017
Pip  Pip

Softer than the dumplings made in my mum's stew
The river widens and you let letters start to rule
Metal sticks with oranges stuck through make a barbeque
My turtle named windy woo wearing wellington boots just like you
Socks and underpants floating past with a man in a canoe it's all brand new
We are all living in a zoo and the keeper says" you've not flung enough poo" what am I to do, make more poo
A signal heard today from Alien beings and they say " how do you do " I say mustard custard in my shoe pip pip toodle ooh
Peter Kiggin
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Peter Kiggin  44/M/Wigan
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