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Oh poem
don't look so
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Please don't mope
It makes me
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Zero Nine Aug 2017
Tell me once. Tell me again, I wasn't listening.
Move your mouth. Speak again,
I wasn't watching or listening.
Typically when tongues lash, mine is still.
Typically on a night out, it's better to stare.
Whispered our shouted,
who cares? Who cares?
....

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