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THE BALLAD OF BOB THE BUN
Our friend, Bob The Bun,
just loved to have fun
and exciting adventures galore,
he’d laugh all day
and jump and play
and roll around on the floor.
Its a very rare sight
to see a bun take flight
but one day he went flying so high,
he held onto a kite
by the tail, so he might
get to see the world from the sky.
Now, whilst he was high,
something low ca...
Tuesday 12th May 2015 9:07 pm
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scrape across brittle landscapes
on freshly overtoasted slices of multigrain loaves
each lumpy mound of spreadable dairy
refuses to swathe evenly, amicably
momentary paralysis plagues
this expedition many times over
without consolation or apology
Monday 3rd January 2011 12:00 am
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