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Heckel’s Horse Jr. Green G’s
Acrylic on handcut paper, PVA glued to cardboard.
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Men like to reign
A parlay performer.
Take them to the region.
If you don’t know, you have none.Men like to reign and the women are the sun.
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Spinner maid
I met some bail on my own again.
Everyone you talk about is happening everywhere.
Only looks to you when you have loads to say.
If then no-one hears you, doesn’t matter anyway.
Intent isn’t on a pier to hide.
Makes you owner when you won’t familarise.
It’s only natural.
From old to young.
You’re open when you’re only saying it to everyone.Near to sell it. Didn’t want to show.
And then found your offer cos it’s standing at the hall.
I’m for taking part in name to write.
Too bad aching in her field.
It says he’s home to light.Paid to bow when you come along.
Grounded everything I need to land it on.
I’m muted.
Walk her down from knee to toe.
Spinner maid.
It’s only laid there when the bark is worn.
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Police there
Right there.
You said it right there.
They don’t police there.reek o reek o
ug o ug o
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Chair
Who could tell this man?
He’s still eating hummus.
Grouting bounty roads that he laid too bare.
Come here raise some debt to your related mortgage.
It will lead you to your chair.Zombie.
Deed to collect your recent pardon.
Crowding round the hole part.
Been to fare.
Compare the weeks you rent, to the rates of your mortgage.
It will lead you to your chair.Who could tell this man?
He’s still eating hummus.
Grouting bounty roads that he laid too bare.
Compare rates of debt to your related mortgage.
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Summers day
It’s a summers day, yeah.
Come out a play, yeah.And the sea is mine.
Sun up in the sky, and mountains in the air.
And the dust, a Midas grey.
Edgeworth Johnstone 