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(No Water At War)

Of the place I became Which was sundown in Iowa And everything happened Hey her they them he I we everyone Everyone ran for the invega Except get lost Ranbaxy I am thirty degrees in distress There were chemical wars And problems downtown East Afghanistan heard Norway And there was sudden peace Everyone sat praying Birds flew in overdrive And the chutney I made In Sweden Also prayed for Doug Hall Who saved thirty thousand lives Without daring to ask why Because, sir I am guilty of Norway And its vast birch wealth That retained water and weariness And used up most of the smoke That came from the rune I found at my side

More, more, more Playing with diesel was the getaway car Except it went nowhere But to soviet ruin So I prayed for the Finns They too knew what was wrong -it was yesteryear -my phone was still working -I am still in existence for sweating at noon

So I gardened And prayed for wet rain Then shadows came And lucifer disappeared

Amanda is here I put on my clothes And stopped absconding to war The gun was retired For many doorknobs at arc (These were made in Afghanistan) And poppies flew Never again

It was high tide upstairs And I felt unwell to become My lantern was the forest And Sussex was yours to know

Under protection was to behold For the kind of law As I knew what it was

Scotland’s coins laid bare to yours For a non-early pension for women Was not in line with providence Or a public betrayal of home

The King of The Leopard And his mate of the Lithuanian prowess Was five times of Aarhus to know In the brightest of bays to Canada

No-one’s war was nazism Because of Auschwitz men know Exactly why we care for all poems And every law to the guild of providence

Notwithstanding the rain in Cymru Was a tidy Québec Filled to the brim with shadows And playtime for every Dal

Against the gun was Mary And her bleeding was misunderstood The martyrdom of betrayal For Elton’s line of Grande Isle

The Bank of Nova Scotia Wishes to betray your Highness In the utmost of ways Which is to rehearse how to surveil

The loneliest of Causes Of Canada To be Christian in Oromocto Or Scandinavian as the sacred Answering few calls

I am away from my nest And wish to bequeath two eggs To Seaside for the alone And for the highest of peace

Come with me and bring your latern I was near to the fortress of islam And wish to burn it down In the strongest of means

For Christendom Church And Thanksgiving non-betrayal In the loudest of believers The unafraid of kale

About Pratt and Whitney By the gatehouse With all those cars To bequeath to the grave For Methanex of St. Pierre

For all the times of Orillia And my Godfather who knows his goodness Who sends you a lantern of Christendom For your very best of days

I am short of sticks And pulled my last muscle We are thinking of winning While the Zamboni rehearses I was wild for the net And passed my glove to you in respect There was no war like lacrosse And Beowulf and Christmas rain It’s hard to be in goal On the last day of school Commingling with others KHL is for vlad and his cousin But according to the show You won everyone’s hand And are worth sixty million Minus the playhouse that called Forget about rehearsing You have won So have they For the very third time To be known how it was But without drugs Or water Or ruinous thoughts of the weir It was Lake Malaren that named you The best of all men From Tampa to Quispamsis I send you a locked car The tank is now empty And we walked to the beach For Crosby to repeat What was all that asking for You won Come to Communion The priest is collecting And I am ailing for sports That I witness at dawn Quit smoking, I did And think of reading the rulebook And lacing my boots For Canada to be

Booya There were squirrels And a Mig tree In Quispamsis, There were chairs And a place for sitting By the door And I had a hand waiting And a signal For the time machine But the front runner, Mulrooney Was back from the thirties And hit theoretical chemistry To save the McLaughlins From actual fear While the sun burned For Burin And that piece of butter Sitting inside the piano That altered the sound of the intermezzo

Fundy Take pictures They are worth a beautiful year And winter’s night by Racecourse For early jets to be seen Why raccoons, Dad? For Taepodong They ended the North But by high Inkerman- Inkerman Ferry, to be exact They practiced a moon landing And all the Swiss radio lanterns came for the hearse Which was, in yesteryear, A thing of luxury, To behold at the first of the dawn And in half a year, Why dream of the embargo When we have Christmas in Hampton And cherry trees to remember

By each hackney, Layers, I may add Was a Sussex Volkswagen ready to depart For the Jupiter foul And Peter’s Hill To orbit the sun And pray for apprehension Of Taepodong, Which stopped

And Should I amount To be swearing at my own I boarded the Shuttle, While waiting for Jeremy Who told of a star Whose reunion was ours And we sat up by breakfast To be in our own Our flightsuits were barren And we flew only six days But by beamlight and Mars Was an interconnect of hers My Mom, Whose lantern was out Noticed a shadow Of green schism to red For Earthworks at Maine To be the stop of accounts

So we celebrated on time With our own basket of cards And sought early warning, And everyone won

Were up for the course Of empty rocks to the street And we were seizing the border For the Iranian who wept To the Christians of Manor It was known to be Kempt And Zermatt that would sleep For echoes of Canada And the Premier of Her So across that bridge For feeing things of rouse And kneeling here For favourite lichens And a park of the world Betrothing all wood

It’s only Earth happening On the sunniest day For that tall Douglas Fir My boyfriend he was At least no conceit And the small shoes I unfit While unresenting all waves To the owl with new flowers

And to that shawl It is gone For Christ is here And we chime for three And accept all men So that accession is bespected And the unfree can accuse Their captors of ruin Like the corporate small win

And to the Chinese comraderie For the new way of celebration In romance And in party play Of capitalist whim A green one A sled

To the least of the media who printed every release For a time of the impressionable week And a cross firmly planted on the moon

It is raining There is grass And I am a realtor And even the Navy knows There is peace in Qatar Where the Germans did stand Against heuristics And gas And lying about pain And peals of our bell A tower of all peace Where everybody saw The miracle of Greece Where Christ blessed his church And women wore hair And earrings And poem

There was no fortune to know Like food and forgiveness And a prayer card from Mom For all my distress Which was mine Only mine For nine days

And assuredly speaking Of Geneva and its way For the way of one hour Across the harbour Of inner lakes Of a waterfall And small breathing

That there was no sun in darkness And a way to impair The temperance surprise In time men forgiven And acquiring our ways

Of beryllium and the artistry Of mazes and wingmen Who flew for peace For the women

Who forgave the accomplice Of the authorities by day And apprehension of those Martians And their Marxism And their time

So that In history, no rebellion Against a Ukraine of The Christ To a people who marry- Marrying peace Marrying day

In small ponds Brand new mud For new children And new husbands And new sounds Of peacekeeping From Ontario And Hawaii

So that Greenland’s high response High water And high glass Was a garden full of ships And tiny seeds For our field And in the Earth’s early book Of a place on the moon That we noticed was Christian So that all persons are cousin And left to new captains Of Bread and Wine Of Christ and of Rain Of peace in our tower To come home And to be free

For the forgettance Of no-one near and his We were ready for Washington And let’s play at ten There are folds by the window And at two we walked in And prayed for peace, In Christ

The reliever of women, The Earth Arts Will cheer every Sunday So that stars of abandonment Will never show

It’s in the New Testament To Love One Another As Jesus did And taught And relieved by

So that Democrats eternal Have absconded to time To wait for the getting ready For yesteryear When we prepared the way of the Lord

And in the future, When He comes Christ’s return May no-one falter Or blink an eye Or tarry Or abscond

So absolute, His power We voted for need Of our neighbour, In Him

God Bless The Lord Our brethren And our people who live here To be in solemn repose To Heaven with breath To be kneaded in church To save time for our elderly To lend hope to all chasms To bless the reunion Of our peace And our home Our country Built eternal From all directions And done into no fear For eternal peace And our testament of time Is this

And fending harbor And well as you may become To the rose course of Maine In the air at war To hope for rain And because at land There is safety in Rome And the palace opens For pasture And all the tidings Of all the idling Were supposed bonnet Of Mercy now A thousand husband On Tuesday Where Thanksgiving effaces All war In providence for surveillance Because we weep For American dream But seeing the sky In biggest romance Was the pay of course For Sussex Bend Whose attire spotted one ship Whose lacrymal was asound And Pete was here in honest guard NATO cared Not for him His cry was mercy And never abandoned ship So graves were none Upon his watch And way up to heaven

He went

But early ransom Across every table Wasn’t Pete But Truman And Earthmanship to behold For Pete and his love The truth is his own prayer For all who seek The hollow pale Abandon to Pete Your wanton regard His aching promise Is the shadow of the sea Is yours And his Vote free

Ho Ho Ho, Joyous Kyiv (Cardhouse)

We were well for our lantern At business that May And when to our sun return For the forty ninth parallel And the lorry day as mount Must be seen as we review And early as war And a bees’ nest to extend There was a basis to our withdrawal As we shot at the moose for our hunt And the triage guessed the next nurse To stay for this rose

I in beige For the early star Seemed to be in his forties And afraid of his uncle And a notch in his cape For French and Swiss In the amount of an unreserved- A madrigal on waiver It was Hargsburgh and early hospital And standing on his mother And lost as a flower Be sweet by the dawn

Forty nuts to the shawl invega by carousel Striding to meet the aftermath And my bosom elect to the fourteen With ryeing shun-math Elected to Behemoth Way We were Kim Jong Uhl Mattresses for the corpse And standing in deep brothers For the return of my hair to the undeep With brightest and biggest regret Of apples and spinach in bright green For the British who kept to appear On nine standing peacocks who appraised our dew In the aftermath of one PDF A puzzling layer by spect In hencock and a noticed war I stood by for time And of course a cousin Of the able and betrayed In fortune’s win Bespeckled for the underclass Of every nine captain’s war Prowess for the Queen’s house And every mark of undress

These were on our knees The Duke who cracked a whip While the early cross was hers And a fortune for Carcross So the fortune is mine My only so untold I best behave There is a tree in the yard And it’s time to be seen In a high pod For the flight of Heaven In such reward As the hearse lapped at my own In such a way as to keep up I was the badass with Henry Morgan But the smallest of hurts between In gliding down to the desk job

Such mistake is an unknown jab And I miss you, My airstep To be able to surround that lens And pick up our dues

There off of course Was the end of war And it takes you off To whatever numbers were best And to the best be you I was made a best of the sun To sureness of the one we redeemed In sweet summer’s nakedness

In her own special town I keep a Communion in view For the express expulsion of war And the honestness of our hope In a Cornish hearse There was heartness in the hour, and to our love In deepest occupied French land For the Turhouse and Whitney’s cape In regret to my own since they deported The slicked up essence of Beograd

In the Tennessee win, Of retort the geese who fly Heaven, by the backhand of our normal In the unction by uncertainty And laying blocks by which chemistry, And which varnish to passerby So let’s be certain Of this clear thing of yesterday now It was Zak’s year, And a wheezing low For all that war, And in a wheelchair now I will wait for sorrow’s front esteem And crack the blinds for serotonin I best be seen In the privileged moon Aching for Chinese poem So that six across Would be Christmas

Intoning that Chicago had a man Sizzling our broccoli for the best of repay And chucking out the Iranian quran While sleeping off the war

A forgotten sister For the Irish Catholic of early yesteryear For repense and nothing lovely on the way But the Breadhouse was muted only through The upkeep of every bake- Baking enough For the thrive and happenstance that hear us now, In the rough, For Beautiful Ukraine

Belovezhskaya

To the fair And I wonder What is it all This worth For the hospice And a star To bewoman Of a standing time To behold the cousin Of a true country For a way with words And heaven men Who saw the trillion Of a national monument To new relations Of a global time In trust To the earth