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Sunday 25 February 2024
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Blank Day

The Meaning Of Liff
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HOFF (vb.)
To deny indignantly something which is palpably true.


Poem Of The Day
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My Affliction
(Kate)

I can't stop writing poems, no I really really can't. 
I write them when you're with me and I write them when you aren't. 
I write them in the kitchen, in the bath and on the loo, 
These poems just keep coming and I don't know what to do. 

I try to do some work but in my head I just hear rhyme, 
It makes me write a load of Shite, it happens all the time. 
I do try to ignore it but it just keeps getting worse, 
This stupid fucking bastard wanking sodding shitting verse. 

I'd cut off all my fingers if I thought that that would work, 
But deep inside my brain I know the poetry would lurk, 
And wanting for an outlet it would spew out of my gob, 
And that would never do 'cause I could never get a job. 

I'll go for a lobotomy! Could that provide a cure? 
And then perhaps my poetry will be much more demure. 
I won't find that I need to say 'Big Arse' or 'Tits' or 'bum'. 
I'll just sit in my chair and let the dribble run and run. 

No I can't stop writing poems and I don't know what to do, 
I started writing this one in the middle of a poo, 
And I tried to stop it coming but it came out all the same, 
And so did the poem, much to my shame. 

I can't stop writing poems, they just fall out of my brain, 
I'm getting rather sick of it. It's driving me insane. 
I'd much rather be normal, like a lawyer or a banker. 
Oh wow! I think I'm cured! I can't think of anything to rhyme with 'banker'. 


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