Hitchopotamus
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Papier-mâché SongbirdA Poem by HitchopotamusWhere hollow hearts sing foreign songs Of ancient dawns and painted wrongs. |
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Curiosity didn't kill my CatA Poem by HitchopotamusTiddles moved with two left feet. His style it never was complete. He never acquired a good right foot And I guess that's why he went kaput He s.. |
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I Dreamt that I were MeA Poem by HitchopotamusI dreamt that I were me And you were you.Two waves collided,As heaven decided. There stood we,Your hand in my hand and mine in yours. Wind's swee.. |
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He Dances to a Crooked SongA Poem by HitchopotamusI dreamt of stars, of cygnets born, Of aged poems their beauty torn |
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Mr Shneebly Von Crumpet meets his matchA Story by HitchopotamusMr Shneebly Von Crumpet is an esteemed fine fellow who has come to enforce himself upon my every-waking thought courtesy of his extensively baffling t.. |
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