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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.

  • BACK TO HUB

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    A sub-illiterate and thrown a, not a single bone.
    A man can read.
    When the mountain said, it said “Go back!”
    “Go tap to it.” he would agree.

    Dealing in his Goat Tap.
    He would spring in to it on his own.
    The mountain said “Don’t act stupid!”.
    Kid said “It’s started, mustn’t it now breed?
    I’ve only seen an adult tap for phones,
    whereas I would do it on my own.”

    Kids all got in to this Goat Tap.
    A fire really spread across their knees.
    The poor little donkeys have no children.
    The Goat Tap is now declared disease.
    Children get it in their knees.

    I only said
    “Go back to the dinner room!”

    Big Titty was alive.
    And he rode out jagged on his own.

    When the mountain said.
    Where the mountain said.
    He said “Go back to the dinner room!”


  • BACK TO HUB

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    Vaslav Nijinsky saw me.
    Nowhere nowhere nowhere public.


  • BACK TO HUB

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    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.


  • BACK TO HUB

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    I was born in a mine.
    He was a friend of mine.

    Now, yellow flower shackles me.
    Now she likes him.
    How it delights him.
    How it delights him now.

    Who am I to you?
    Would I lie to you?
    Does that travel lady?
    Does that bullet travel bladed?


  • BACK TO HUB

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    Medicate.
    Feed him right.
    Make the cat its sound.
    He belongs to her.

    Cat, lamb, Dane, a cow.
    Walk her on your mat.
    I can see him now.

    You haven’t any feed on your line.
    Is it any wonder why?

    Licking off the form, and send.
    Make it, in the vaguest, right.

    Cover of the girl, did want.
    Can never have her now.


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