bring back echoes

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bring back echoes (  s q u i n t  &  i t ‘ s  p o e t r y  )




poetry won't mow your lawn

or kill a foe or fix your fence

poetry won't do duvets

straight-properly

or pitch up tents


poetry won't open tins

or make you tea or walk the dog

poetry won't save the whale

the unicorn

or poor hedgehog


poetry won't make it rain

lest bring the sun - yes clear this mist

poetry won't make you sane

that's madness-talk 

 sane don't exist


poetry won't push your swing

where you sit down in yon playground

poetry won't wipe your arse

it's more

the other way around

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