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VRL Thonger

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I'll write a poem every day, might be tiny but it'll be complete.


horrible hairy stuff in hideous hues without

any redeeming features to be used in amateur

art projects of supremely twee repulsiveness


a fluffy carded wool twist fresh from the shearing shed

natural cream or buff or hand-dyed indigo and madder

wound around itself to form a loose circle then dipped

in pisswater and rubbed and wrung between the hands

rolled damp onto the wrist and left drying slowly to form

a bracelet precisely moulded to the wearer that will fit

closely never come off never fade never come undone

last well beyond the day that your human race is run

still looking as good as on the day it was put on

which isn't saying much, admittedly.

Day 80 Almost a sonnet about felt

I will never love felt. Grudging respect, maybe.