Tom Hardy ≈ Two Poems

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There we have it: the red-chested dog
Smudged and gasped: Golly golly:
Teeth of treacle seize the sugar inflight
Enjoying the brassy bark of atmosphere
Every square metre was wet
Paws merrily tapping the raised platform
The dog-gone pronouncement
Compressed for fifty years.

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TICK

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Quiet and quit

Reasons unrestrict

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If all to

Exorcise glorious

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Associations flick

With just as well

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Things rocks and company

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