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What if the rain
dries out
before my eyes,
missing
the constant
memories
a ghost,
a lonely
pavement
sidewalk.
We step
backwards
I wish
to be
and feel lucky
and not wasted
on Coopers
Sparkling Ale.
Push me over,
into the sewer gates,
will they finally
accept my form,
as my physical
skinniness
accept me down in
their filth and broken.
She sees him off upon the beach
him so tanned and her skin so bleached,
easily sun-burned but his umbrella
protects her gentle and graceful face.
The couple living unlike the basement
In their twenties and an arrangement
soon be wed in a white flashy dress,
energetically awaiting the other,
Insects today in awe & don't bother...
A couple in their shiny of new prime
sweet of  fruit crushing a twist of lime.
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Forget the
Baguette,
Slumber, in the arms of a
Cucumber.
Never doubt the
Sprout.
Don't be mean to the bean.
Make drama, when peeling a
Banana.
Use a heron, to squeeze
Your lemon.
Feed a grape, to that ape.
Carve a kiwi into a kiwi.
Stare at at pear.
Pretend a spring onion,
Is a bunion, but! Don't leave it
In your sock.
Do the tango, with a mango.
Make mashed potato,  look like a chateau.
Excite a parrot,
With a carrot.
Is that pea, a she or a he? Whatever! Have tea with that pea, in a teepee.
Make rice mice.
Don't make a scene, with an aubergine.
Take that courgette, to the vet.
Visit the planet, that looks like a pomegranate.
Dye your boot, with beetroot.
Take the lead, when planting your seed.
Drink sherry with a berry.
See, with glasses made of brocoli.
A horse with dapple, loves an apple.
Don't play dumb, with a plum.
I sometimes feel like the razor sharp
of a bean tins'e edge
may one-day be my best friend,
I hate to feel like my venom,
can only be drained away
as I sleep well past Mid-day.
I hate the sight of red,
but its not instantaneously,
I lose so much as I bleed,
Its taking like a fasting,
I don't wish for pro-longed
of another sad radio song.
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