Pierre Rausch Poems

A pogo boy on sticks, would it slip fitter happier a son bit
And what happens, it's my friends that help and care
My friends, that traveled for garbage cans
My friends, which traveled for the birds there who fly
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The congregation of the sun
Privatization, unleaded hoc
Drive slowly while you sleep
Since I finger on the loose
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Neither assent nor refusal
And then, it will not be long before I return
And so happy, it overwhelmed me
Will you keep my child
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Amalaan, quo sen amalan, muoma te amaleh amalaaaahan
Suore, quo sen suore, muoma te suora, suoooore
Badje, quo sen badje, muoma ta badjis, badjeernere
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Sword-blades, and shapeless projectiles
A friend inside a shapeless heir
Enorm pillow
Robbed in the pagoda osier
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Giselle, beloved loved pressure when
In there we find ourselves again
Soulless on metaphysical journeys
Each division from you in yours
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A town in every girl
An easy town in every robe
He warned himself to be
He would laugh and be stupid
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Night, night, night

I have to go and catch my bus
I think of an even better idea
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Nose-brush under the trail of Gainsborough
Caliph thumb of train and of cargo
Lips for a lumber largo embargo
Animus soda hint chaos of octet
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Transfert: Shetland/Oakland
Dock to scope...................................................AHOI
Skulls under keel.............................................................AHOI
Flag on board....................................................AHOI
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