A poem called "Old school"

An empty Hovis bag rests at the foot of the crumbling old concrete steps of the science labs
Hardy old weeds, tough but dry as fuck lol, don’t know how they survive
The grounds are coated green, its like moss. Some parts of the architecture have broken away, exposing the brown metal rods of its skeleton
That’s it

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Somewhere custard is too hot,
Somewhere custard is too cold,
A thief throws an empty purse into a garden,
England.

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More poems should have the word “lol” in them

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Rice
Is nice
But pasta
Is faster

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I didn’t know Philip Larkin posted here

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This is really good

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I can never, ever find this, but I look for it all the time!