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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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  • BACK TO HUB

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    Once on channel 5,
    there was a grown up robbing a hive.
    Run on yellow sea.
    Hello we’re told.
    Hello with me.

    Own, we’re alone.
    This grainy sea.
    I have this mantle alone.
    Have a little learn with me.


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    The parlour was alone.
    Like a pellet in a bone.
    I’ve given him his novel back.

    The covers were not easy.
    Tabulate a metal track.
    The early only stand back.

    The Amazonian spoke.
    The visit of a drone.
    His donging making bell cracked.

    Clips only on its inside.
    It won’t stand a rocking back.
    This old fellas bell cracked.


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    There we would shake our lilled tongues.
    They would take like a flower.
    It’s his own only need.

    If I was reminded of you,
    it was just to devour.
    Give him his own only need.

    A bottomless loch.
    If you would make him his own only need.
    Everything fixes a pattern of what it could all lead to be.


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    He, lift him up
    and lay him down again
    with a wither.

    Midnight roller.
    Wither midnight roller.

    He was always seen drinking alone.


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