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I had a friend Thirty years ago He had nowt Didn't have two ha'pennys to rub together Managed to get himself A little Handcart He went round Collecting all old newspapers Day and night he toiled Seven days a week And twice on Sunday To one day make his fortune And do you know what he's worth today? NOTHING! And he still owes for the handcart.
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Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 2:14 AM UTC
A counterpoint to Jan Oskar Hansen's fine poem about handcarts as told by Norman Stanley Fletcher.
Jou koffie moer broer said the colloniser of Jan's brew
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Apr 6, 2023
Apr 6, 2023 at 3:39 PM UTC
Racist's review.
I’m not loud, I’m not aloud, I’m not allowed. I’m the exception. I’m the definition. I’m the truth and the dark. I don’t bite but watch out for my bark peeling off. Cover your eyes so you can see what’s oozing out of me, the radiation gleam. Obscene dream, ladies in Vaseline. Malignant wishes from a benign entity. Change everything. I carry water and arrows and my hooves smash the stars. Peregrinus.
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
Bark
Green I am not, Nor red, More a peachy pink, Or a delicate blue, In my feelings for you. My eyes are not large, When they look upon your lover, Tho my heart turns over, I am quick to smile, You are happy.
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
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