Cotton Bhudda

by grimbeau

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some buddy at work

got the cold shoulder

took effervescent horse pills

raked up swept the path

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folded iris counterpanes

frilly edged nightmares

grollicked ephemeral mares

endured post prandial trauma

soothing naked fractal oaks

living whim day to the next

in heavens above

~

two titanic pugilists

four fists in a mist

celestial chorus

sprawling trawling sprats

hogan who what where when how

tired voice of resignation

~

berryless rowan

 then Lud sheds its light

three rowan berries

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