Flowers stink
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The hayfever bitch has got me by the eyeballs and is forcing feathers up my nose and chilli-spiced gravel down my throat whilst she cackles.
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Try these as a sample of Ian's poetry
So this is what we've become
Turtle beach
Run the other way
Lump
Ice Scraper
Cakes and Insects
Cromulent Love
No VenerationPopular/latest
So this is what we've become
Turtle beach
Run the other way
Rubble
I often pause to think of others
To be happy
Porcelain Princess
Ice Scraper
What do I say to Kirk?
Dedication
Storm
Gorge
Boy meets girl
I am tongue
The farmer's boy
Blue Ball
Lullaby
Time for a moment
The legend of Little Bear
No veneration
Cromulent Love
Bully
Impact
Friend
Practical Poetry
Ode to pink fairy princess bed
Grown Up
We give that to you
TV Goat
Lump
Evil Fairy
Campbell Park Hill
TreeThey took my sky away
Zombie
Dawn
Cassie's Park
Time
Where the children played
Not my baby
Grand-Mère
Winemouse
The last days of The Giddying
Welcome to my city
Crunch
Poetry can change the world
Cakes and insects