Stephen Nephetson Biography

I sat by the riverbank
to dine on my crisps
watching toadstools
and blue bells
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I lay upon a shingle beach
All the fish were out of reach
But in the corner of my eye
I spied a group of Octopi
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In a land of purple people
where the Octave owl hoots
Mr Nephetson stands thinking
In his lace up green fur boots
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Consider the lonely dandelion
In his corner by the shed
 An outcast from the flowers
that decorate the bed
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I lay in My tent
Alone
That is the truth
When I spotted
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