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  • The Camden Market Free Art Man 21st June 2026

    Two requests in two days. The day before, on Saturday, Tina asked me for a painting of Camden Lock bridge for her daughter. I agreed to both and hope to have them ready for this weekend, although rain is forecast for both Saturday and Sunday, so it’ll likely be the weekend after. Further plans were…

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    He left it to all his kids the same.
    He left a mark now to abolish any blame.


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    Knee bore yeah I’m doer I.
    Shore berg sure I’m guy.
    Lay a borer do me.
    I’m ray.
    I’m bi.
    Assure on high.

    Lay your bar right to them.
    Gristle and benign.
    Walking like a marrow.
    Mine of the sky.
    Sway unlike height.

    My robe in tomorrow.
    Thieving sweet on grey.
    Making like a sunrise.
    Call free at hung.
    Made from the lung.


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    Web weave.
    In learned.
    Drag back.
    In turn.
    Let’s walk in the sun.
    Cuckold for fun.

    I learned to be surprised.
    His eyes were fixed like mine.
    Glazed over in a grin.
    Own liberate with tin.

    We were called up to the chair.
    I saw India was scared.
    Together face the boss.
    This job’s lost at no cost.

    To be with me in you.
    To act our cone of view.
    Live underneath their stares.
    Fell in my favourite care.

    We walked up to the shore.
    The gulls they were no more.
    I long to have it now.
    But there’s no one like you around.


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    He listened to her for a real long time.
    I learned all the fallen have a reason why.
    They won’t call on habits.
    They’re a meal of war.
    I hung long all silent for him.
    I learned all the fallen have a reason.
    Their trade.

    The majors live in places that were made from walls.
    They came out from inside for more of a round of corn.
    Leaping up with tablets.
    Called on pills and port.
    Drinking it in crevices.
    It’s made from boys in dresses, it is.


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