Eddie Shoestring Poems

When I died
You cried
Why not, I thought
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Rinks empty have no songs
Triggers fringes

Migrating gutter hometown

Meaty gusts dies
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Trip me under your drip

There are MIPS
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Root out those ropes stinking pogues
I have understood
Why eggs remain
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Bugs collect at my feet
And I watch nothing

Where are my balls
Have they left
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Dry gods
Sing

From vein
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I wagged through mists
CTO
But there were
Jews
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