If I can be bothered.
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The Queen of Beads and Bubble-blowing
The queen of beads and blowing bubbles Stands in St Anne's Square sharing her shiny spheres; In her jackets and jewels of purple splendour She blows…
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Poetry Month day 30
Cat's Dream How neatly a cat sleeps, sleeps with its paws and its posture, sleeps with its wicked claws, and with its unfeeling blood,…
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Poetry Month day 29
The Seven Of Pentacles Under a sky the color of pea soup she is looking at her work growing away there actively, thickly like grapevines or pole…
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