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On cue, the magpie pagoda
Mar 2007
Digital collage
114.5cm (45") x 63.5cm (25")
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...What is all this activity for, what is it meant to do - How does my liquid good intent In any way benefit you? No arcane mechanism connects Butterfly with storm - or you. That dullard's excuse for 'reasoning' Well, simply it will not do! Perchance the spirit befuddles - Perhaps reason slews, and loosens a screw, That's as it may be..., But this I know to be true; The fridge grows emptier, lighter As my waistband wanders askew - And so if perchance the spirit febuddles I will certainly perhaps blame it all on you! |
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Had I been your fireman I'd have fought your fires for you, Doused every unwanted blaze, Or kindled kindly flames To end your winter chills - Warming your heart, your cod roe With my potent chilli sauce. |
I ponder this as I make my meal, while drinking a toast to you. I could have been, perhaps should have been, Your fireman, Making myself useful in kitchen And who knows where, Doing my fireman's duty; Coddling your mushrooms, Or quenching, oh over, and over again, quenching, quenching your burning bush! |
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