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The bloke took a bic pen
To the mortar
Of the 116th batallion.
A lion moves sideways.
Now we are out across the page,
Ingenious, not disingenuous, but
Genuine and genial. Beep.
(He starts to whirr up into the smoke.)

A canticle for making jumps
Spurs me. I'm looking into a colander
At some cauliflower. It cries out for cheese.