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I was Lockheed
And had things of time to think about
But we bedded the stars
And played Quispamsis to the relief
Of forests of coral and dire
And wept for Diana
Who knew her very star
Was hers to keep secret
There are no plays now
No time to reign with Broadcom
And telecastic bequeath
For 1080 in prose
Still rabbitted to the corner of Wells
The repeater in disguise
Needed a message to encode
For the discouraged masses of KV
Who wept for Laos
And its democracy influence
Against the warrest of islands
in Cuba
To lethal no more
The moat of November
Across earthen sky and size one clouds
For ships in the tavern
And an end of all spells
And China did away with the zealot
Which was the iron cross
And the horrific jong un
Whose way was illness to darkness
And ballots of reprieve
To trade across the bay
It was Rafe who loved democracy dear
We vote for our own
And get rid of al qaeda
And oil to be nothing but plastic
For landfills for dough
For three channels stereo
And hastily away from laying beside
I had thankfulness and a sweetheart
And a piano without boards
And grew my ears to the Bible forever
And stopped driving while walking
And sitting remorse
Was Greenfields in Calgary One
For towers of living
And birds flying by
For idle time
And rivers of poison
Would be possible to breathe
Once again to the salmon
Who took a dip in the froth of the heavens
But the river
I tried
It was dead
‘cause of irving
And some things untenably beweptive
We crushed every gear
And salmon returned
And zebras obliged to my own
I am behaved now
And uncivil
And sued by the worst kind of words
That I am seriously ill
And a threat to the woman
Who boxed up the knives that I buried
In peace and on time
New rivers and parkland for Sun
For circuitous fibers
And poking at the sun
An eclipse beware
It is time
Peace to you My Father
I am sad because of locks on the bridge
Who weighted my heart
For the man on the isle
My son
I knew his name
It was mine
Thanksgiving Communion
On Holy Thursday
So rivers would flow fresh green
How to behold the Son of God
As I sin for the flesh
Behold it is yours; Forgive Me
Or was it against
I sin against Peter
And his Rock
It was yours
And painted no castle
But words of remorse
In Holland but there
Heuristic to apply
To beknow the woman
Who is baking for you
In the brightest of dawn in the side room
And I accept those roused in remorse
For the Afghani dawn of my one