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Madda Rings Paintings A4 Hand on Yellow
I made these after getting two beautiful rings from the Maddarings stall at Camden Market.
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House hound
What you needed for me.
What you’re living with your house hound.
What your saddle for them.
And then you get there with your house hound.Before
What you’re living with your house hound.
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Maiden Alice
Unlike the night with girls, we danced.
You stood beside me. Not laid down.
I thought I’d have ya till the end.
But I guess we were just being young.For my coat of day, Maiden Alice.
That I loan to you.We’re working overtime tonight.
We couldn’t be bothered back in school.
We’ll keep on storing as we go.
But the name that lands in my room.
Call your own at night.
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Merc
Merc.
Ripped it out before the admin.
Shirk.
There was nowhere left to get tipped.
Rook.
More and more you rattle from it.
Work.
I didn’t make. It was out there.
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The governess
This is a song
that makes the crowd feel lull.
Makes it hard.
Doesn’t make it law.You were the labourer.
I’m the governess.If I was a girl
I would crowd this earth
with plenty of men
working their thirst.He looked down right.
Like a lowly knight.
Brow beating scum.
Gonna make s/he cry.This is a song
that makes the ground feel low.
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My head
He was the partner of his feet.
He lives in my head.
Lives at the bottom of the street.He says his partner wants to leave.
He lives in my head.
He wants to belly fondle me.
Edgeworth Johnstone 