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Our Father Who art in heaven Hallowed be Thy name Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done on Earth as it is in heaven Give us this day our daily Bread And forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us And lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil

Amen

Jesus is Lord! Come Lord Jesus!

Come Lord Jesus! Christ is Lord!

I and For You

In yesteryear, Thine falandel was mutinous wreck Catch the mound and wind Praying for dirt mound- Empty reels of Scotland Couses to Renforth and soapy dew Aramaic existence and twines of one A loving crew upon the Potomac This planet was ours, We stopped to save the way And The Queen was aboard A shawl, always But we were fond of the Quispamsis And its arch to double glass Unprecedented in sight And ash descript to the mainframe I loved and I won, A low-tailed guess For where do I come from, but the day, And light’s whisper Hurry the thought and be rue, But only Tuesdays at hunger For we wrote the Ojibway and found a book Curried lentil recipes For experts in ruin But commodified hats And peeking around The skydancer and her revolve, Echoing to a seal from Boyfriend A small quarter-century Covered to the irving Which they prophesied in paint So much as day I love you America Sayed wept carefully and I pried What of acceptance is Standing Tall Neighbour Awash in red and flames of beckoning peace Sculpted for Rome’s win and due That they came in Become inerrant According to the rapture of war But indescript and upon siphons We will keep you safe In Forin and lounge Pray for use, Hotel Green It isn’t lucky apart, But new winning And a country about, Peace And one in a maritime, And how we are ours As so much damage In a quaint town of the Elm Across to profit when war But be asleep and bleeding Our Canada is ours We won; lucky in bound And across that, the middle lake For you and the ear In Possum time and improbably large Underknowing and in verify Not about to decipher But harmony And it is replete

Good night Raspberry

The tables have turned and you are winning I stopped in Scotland and crossed for hope And all the Blue Jays won There was time for sit-ups And washwater for use I fail quite easy at Britishism But am glowing for time to you near This is me on Discovery Day I am fond of the parrot who speaks- Quebec wisdom and war on fear And bread in the oven for new heights These are the works of the merry And time in Rome for blessings And to the low and forgiven- but horticulturally lost To souviens les autres Remember neige Three snowmen And a gang of deer Megapixels of downscutter And invertebrate light But I remember my castle And the day you took my hand Each forewinding was Earnscliffe And the bays of tavern shevelment aspoon Remembering our guild Of raccoons who wear patience To the lakehouse I waited a year And a precious glow upon that prize I found wine to befriend you And the main event was CBC In all four colours that May We have the same name Music reminds us Forever a shill- For snow to its bank I’ll weary my shovel While you rest

—Jeff

Apocalypse putin

Your war is sold Forever blind on the road and in the year of cold and mujahideen Your hearse is being towed At last to the Greek In shame for four lives Who roundedly count out the perfect steps Were it murder you would know about Introspection And Falun Gong And last pact at sea But by air And was nice not to worry As you, “the great”, Who didn’t believe in Tripoli Or lines to Scandinavia fire For the bored young columns And most are at war In Trinitarian by Doldrums Asking for rent by reparations This is the referendum In season, Lefthand you, Spinning death to Oslo And corner-judging your way to iconoclasts veer We vote as we can, Your mess is for grafting And piles of garbage be-rot Sycophantic flame Eponymous spark and writhing new This on dynamite and yours is fresh Time lost and women spent To Cuba or Wreckhouse The flooring diamonds of sweet hell Come to the street and burn it down Your death is so and pre-esteemed No-one makes it possible but you- In your tent And fires to Rome that fail In case of solemn poor who will- Who will kill you without fail And in the wind ashes blow- themselves to Moscow As Kremlin fires burn your own hand And forests new but of your petroleum six Your mother sang For the hands of a child Who murdered free And played with a pilot Who’s forgotten your name And is tired of war

Throughfare in Peace

We sat with a dream And fully espoused the dawn I was alert to the day Rousing our own redeemed heart There were causes for the poor And a democratic wish To play our own In its part, we whistled and we knew A song of a story Of Christ’s redeeming of

So we were over words And knew our faith had won In twenty short reviews The dialectic had won at last And it is written in the streets No fortune but Christ, Of our Father in Heaven, Saw us born unto Him For every flower of honest revoke We sat up as Christians

And in God’s church, We remember tiny this: Jesus is Lord; Christ the King Forgiveness for all And saints waiting yonder

We are ahold of our dream, And all its parts It is therefore possible to know, Just as there the powerful, We won salvation At an early stage, Which is now

Glory to God in The Highest And peace to His People In Christ, Amen

—For Jin Mingri

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Solemn when

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The birds rise high to be free And platinum rain of our bordered roam Merry are Christ’s venbehorn To the sliding prose of our stars

Which we all re-une On the brightest morn of our standing All these days, to become us and bright With fields of flax to Canada’s run

It is time the imperial world from us Our brighter day is yours alight You are here as we are And in solemn breath

Our roses fly As our weapon

New Ukraine, Us to you, In heaven spent of our stacks- How we know you were here, And what it was to our year, What to show the east of our guiding

And crooked crosses we have lowered To re-sply by noon and raise high In our blue realm, as witness to the guest Who sent out to glory, and stars In the biggest high-between Of our broken candles melt anew, You welcome us well, in Cathedral

Up for apply, in the all you are we- Come nary a trouble by the thousand- We have spent, earned and lost, And you prayed for days here To you in Godspeed we are home

Landing on Venus

Without any rope The escalator had stopped And I called my Mom While being eaten by giant Tuna Whom the Moon had sent there For feed And I kinda liked the temperature And set fire there With Boney M

A prayer for Autumn ground

Three senses of an island to our cove That solemn grain ahead In honest appeal to fuel and spark Why with head to the sky

It was time and not foe I washed my feet as were day The Nothing Fortress kept degree In appearing a scroll to bequeath

Forty stops and from the quay So much sorry for lye and iron I took my duty forth with a jam To possessed one pinch with an arrow

Lost to only meander I put flag in full hand Wiped my solemn step to our leaf But prayed for improvements in moreso

Wet and conditioning me so I was lucky to be a boy For girls in their part were not for abuse But by September’s given rain

Wirelines to my wireless And men began to vomit Awful news before the refuge There were fields and magnets- And scorches of remedy And twilights we are for the day

Season, I cried for more and for less As a brave drift into the parting Ten as we go, and hold of ship Was twilight, was remedy, was home

Such beautiful- In Finland and full A thousand Wednesdays And spiritual carves Unto the war of the Irving iron- That was the Baltic Wherefore are you forever, young dream We vik’d and saw upstream For the chattel login by hopehouse- Bringing the high and best hope to your house- New Korean beautiful unarrest Four weeks of Mexico and 31 days of prophetic view- In England’s view, A shiretown in Arctic Partner A decision for the Andes And war room clean Hebrides as the pale And all through the North Cancer in Utah, As born by bees and we were

Looking upon this floor Two maps a day And the hangar for hers Trepidation to its light We were better and paid in disperse Duty in full by the South Most favourite distinction, By far, electric maze And to their Pope at sunrise Four wills of Italia and for Christ

But it was simple news A place of order is one’s couple “nice to see ya” Europe and the Euro Celebrating madly By Christmas each Irving was done And I was the moon And slept softly Without gin

A Snowmill

In and out of the wheel about To our drift and o’er to get By going grey and in our youth With cutbacks to heal the blow It was here and heaven- Our totallest wish And all the spoils of time Prayed for soft spaces And branches of Lynne Two hundred of Eire and a dollar But those days were few Til we vacuumed the skies And sheltered between lightnings- And hell

But the price of the Sauerteigs was heavenly sweet And we forgave the paint ball by Tin And we’ve seen it, our precious landing By the lake and its madrigal line Offering boxes and bread And skybelts of what we want While the nest of the falcons nearby And is it said, Probably not today, The crashes of hate centre along And Cathedrals had rung From the East to the seas For Jen and for Mississippi the breeze Peace raining on that open sky To the gadget into Talking madly by firelight and wishing the sun Off to the skiff and golden Pacific To the interrealm of no more alone We blessed the angels and prayed for time With our simple small country And Finland chose nectar Three cheers

I was the bird in the tower With official gate news To Rome on a freighter yet plentiful And tiny kin wrapped unto me In a leap year of feldspar To the heavens above and down here

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