Bang bang bang.
Bang bang bang.
Bang bang bang.
Bang bang bang.
It's the pauses at the end of the lines that make it.
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2010
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December
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- Kipling's Changelings
- Ontological Turing's test
- Cola poem
- Truth in religion
- Eco
- Soul
- Meekness
- Browning's 'Amphibian'
- The Writing of Time
- Retrospective happiness
- Unbirthday poem
- Ruskin SF
- Superstition
- SF Alphabets
- Art is the objectification of feeling
- Vampires and zombies
- Setting Free
- The Rev J Mellor Brown
- England
- Penates
- Miser
- Bees
- Kinder
- Come, meet
- Eyes poem
- On the story of Eve
- Rousseau
- What a work of art knows
- Prosodic
- Self-portraiture
- Contradictory
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December
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About Me
- Adam Roberts Project
- I am whatever you say I am, if I weren't then why would I say I am, and suchlike commendable sentiments.
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