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We caught the ticklish buses.
“We caught the ticklish buses in an Eastern Madagascan head hold and the buses immediately relaxed, knowing there was no way out” – quote from”The Bus whisperer” by Karl Gustav James Conrad Jenkins the third. published by Penguin Books 1945
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once we wondered.
ered Once we wondered why. Now we don’t wonder anymore. The sky is or is it? we look or don’t look through the gray mist of this unsolid morning, as partridges scuttle through the dry undergrowth and spring-song waits for its moment.
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The Gold Rush
There was a gold-rush on and the Fox, bare faced liar that he is, sweet as mercury, ripe as freshly dropped fruit, ancient as a moon crater, watched from behind the stone wall.
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Terrible infants juggle fishnet-green bottles under sad, lime-green oaktrees, cisterns balanced on their sea-green heads.
Christmas swings onto focus, the chiseling undertakers rent long, sad race-courses to walk on and they collide with other hypocrites out for a ridiculous Sunday stroll … too.
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the Radishes are coming. .. over the hyporical hill, hand bags flying in all directions.
one more unattended pituary gland= coming over the hill, handbag in one hand, whaler’s harpoon in the other. It calls, with the eerie, sad sound of a peacock? ”Oh All hallows dissenters, rest not until the deed is done!” and then diisapears into the yellow mist.
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the glow worms and the ocean liner
Wedges of blue cheese unimportantly placate each other, climbing, ever climbing. Now the move is done – last steps under the sun – I trust – my products are second to none – no untrustful beatitudes – unlikely to calm sodden souls, unlikely to reap what they sow – a million glow-worms bedeck the night…
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Birds pass UFO
The calling birds bend their flightpath to accommodate a passing ufo. the three-fingered hands wave at them from behind round ufo’s windows.
Tony Chapman-Art Music Writing 