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Look & see the saddle markings
Where the fairy warriors rode them.
(As they ride them still at midnight,
On Midsummer's Eve at midnight,
When we mortals all are sleeping.)
–Anne G. Biddlecombe.

This poem fixed the Pembrokeshire Corgi into fairy folklore.

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' and mira Mister Baldy goes right into the neck of her sweatshirt
I'll drink of the moon rode over the floor.
On a day when yellow birds hovered in the museums of the back support brassieres and he makes her put a big bra '


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*cues flashback poem & playback*
Applebees is where we went on our date
Two little lewdtubers - getting so much hate.
We went to the bathroom to cause some trouble.
Hit it and quit it - we left on the double.

Ready - fight mother fuckers - I'm the boss battle.

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Catching Stars

A special custom commission variant for little Ollie, from his very loving father.

This was in my first book and the poem it goes with is here: https://t.co/1vkekGqQVW

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“I am more than eighty-three years old, thus actually overdue, and there is really nothing left for me but to follow your poem's advice. Wait, wait...”

Sigmund Freud to his colleague Albrecht Schaeffer. Three days later he died.

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prompt word:

imagine

~Friendly reminder: poems are 7 words only and the prompt word MUST be included for comments & retweets

Please use in your poem

Please be kind and have fun🙏💗😘





Art: Annie Stegg Gerard

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おはようございます😊いつもいいね👍️RTありがとうございます😊今日は、金曜日美味しい物食べようってうちは、昨日の残りのカレーだな😅全然ちがうじゃん💦

   

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prompt was something to do with ocean and ship from a poem online -

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This is a piece that will feature in my second book of piercing poetry and twisted lyrics….. Watch this space! 🙏🏻🙏🏻

“Narcisschism”

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🖤 My faded love 🤍

🥰 A very significant work for me, it is accompanied by a poem in Russian

This work has a wonderful story that I’ll tell at auction this weekend

https://t.co/fAhFzAri6I

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Jules threw himself into his work - no Keepo. Right now he was translating a long series of steles - something like a Keep version of an epic poem. The words were badly eroded but he could make out the general outlines. “WAR”, “HEART(CENTER?)…,STRIKE”

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The stairs toward the attic squeak under our steps, now we are there, fresh lips, bodies glowing under the moonlight. Coming from a (‘) plumage a song invades my skin. The ghosts of the Crescent Park Looff Carousel go mad: “And I’ll dance with you in Vienna.”


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🔔NEW DROP🔔
So proud and happy to release the latest collab we did with the amazing artist
The fantastic original artwork is by him, all animations on the screens are my work as well as the final animation and poem.

Life by Proxy

Link and description ⤵️

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'They used to call me angel'
5/7 ed
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Though I was tending more for sad version of the caption (which was actually the original one) most people were for the hope. Seems we really need something to hope these days 💙💙💙
Link and poem in thread 🧵

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Here are two pages from Volodymyr Vakulenko’s collection of children’s verse, titled “Татусева книга”/“Dad’s Book” (2014), written for his son. This poem is about a teapot with a broken nose. https://t.co/HgMCHlvIRW

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