He Understands Him Well. & v.v.

The lord he's found of no matter.
To the lord he don't mean two hoots.
With both out of time together,
They'll have more in common than ever;
But call it cahoots?
No way. Never.

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Gather.................................................................... Cow

..............gather father
bother mother
alive relive
siege sieve
could mould rough dough
few sew
cough borough bough
crow cow.............................................. ..

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B.j.

Before Joyce
For a novel to make it as art
The end had to be at the start.
This is still largely so
'cause we think that we know
And don't want to know
Why it is we don't want to know.

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B.J.2 Is True

Before Joyce
For a novel to make it as art
The end had to be at the start.
This is still largely so
'cause we know we don't know
And don't want to know
Why it is we don't want to know.

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The Confident Form

...being stars themselves,
not just the dust of stars,
burnt and died repeatedly
in whatever form they took.

The confident form
took on laugh, grief, doubt,
eternity and forgiveness.

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E.p.a.

'Complaints have been made'
Said the E.P.A.
To a business of excess noise.
'Would ya muffle ya motor, boys? '

With minimum mediation
They've saved the Australian nation.
E.P-eye-o-eye-A!

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Trois Amis

'Je voudrais accomplir
beaucoup plus qu'avant,
mais, tres tristesse,
le plus j'essaie,
le plus je perds la tresse.'

'...le plus je perds la presse.'

'...le plus je serre les fesses.'

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Fiendish Dilemma...

Ralph Fiennes refines Ray Feens,

or

Ralph Fiennes refeens Ray Fines

-eens or -ines
't ain't
Ray
Feens or Fines
't ain't

Rayf Feens
'tis
Rayf Fines
.
It is

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Hemispheres

Milton's 'May' is of renewal,
Blesses sun's stoked fuel.

Well may May-north warmth inspire,
May-south brings wintry rants:
Hibernate your skimpy wardrobe,
Get out your beanie, where's my pants?

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Friends,

By a beech-shaded pool
of secluded immovable calm,
seduced by Nature nicely balanced,
sure someone who settled near
would ever hold its image dear,
loved Mary just the same,
gave the nook her name.

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