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peter panspermia ( aimrepsnap retep )
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foghorning forms
in the mizzle's mist
twisting like a plot
on a morning plod
scrawl was never lost
potter in the frost
quizzical in crisp
antlers on a postcard
particles of light
parsonages, parsnips
sixteen down
a soldier in a gown
bluebells too
musical, this interlude
dot them dots
sings a fat bastard robin
moons on the rise like
flats or balloons
spies the eye in me
on this cosmic egg
space is shaping we
time is tea & crumpets
buttercups blow like
little yellow trumpets
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