Two 9ers, for Hilson & Bonney respectively

A little under the weather - hopefully its not swine flu. I wrote these last night when the paracetamol kicked in & I couldn't sleep. Anyway,

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Dear Jeff, hello, it is this same worn joke

in cultivating dates, for instance May 19th 1864,

w/ purpose as a land girl, stamping departments

at Somerset House. Though if my heart t’were an assart,

t’would only pine for SE6, as James’ consult

had left me to Catford –

right atrium akin to Foster Memorial Park

vena cava atoned to Whitefoot Lane

this black heath hithers green by Lewisham & Ladywell.


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Dear Sean, sorry, I have no date for you

for my energetic expenditure is alone around Hackney

walking the Kings’ land, Morning Herald in hand

& though I have slain crossbowmen in Sydney

(w/ four a-levels clasped onto me belt)

my jobsearch is fucking cosmology,

as I was out faking / to taxpayers expense

his white-lily hands ruptured balls pond road,

my character taken by the DWP.

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