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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!

When We Meet

In justice and forgiven This is Paris- and we stood ahead By the wheels that govern By the stormy willow And Earth to the Sun A tilted view

But a bit of light Would soften our ark And a tiny pillow For you, little bee

Adjusted rain And those reticent tombs Off with Africa At forty degrees

The stall was wet And we made it in Fortune is first In that strange gene of isle

But to better forward And in one’s measure It was Ptolemy here Escaping the impossible Making rounds to within I donned another will In making pair- To thy crossing heart

A maze with you Our together ally Rely on the Lord This plebiscite last

And older people Subjugated less But storms of our capture The currency Earth

For rod to bedlam Made to deliver This deluge of rain Will capture us all

And we were in sync And together that day Now is new And we are still here Our promised day

Together first The Sun is through to me And I know you, my lad Together home And first to Tibet The other day and then I would find you a river To apprehend any favour As justice and forgiven.

For Ace of Base.

Uyanga Holds The World in Peace

And for the prayer of Justice Lit for all obsessions The Cross of line and still A place in all of Heaven For my dearest mate The sympathy of love And compassion offered In time to pay and yield Nights to make it through But for that is knowing And matter precious to the core The five in field And prayers at dawn Knowing time’s heal And that they were war- but returned For all things be A prayer for solemn June.

Oprah

And we were across to dawn Sitting by the row of that There was telemetry and psy Victims of the war and ending day People said at risk is this Proper scales of legal regret Stumbling on news to the roses- that I would say were Heaven’s And Trudeau was a custom Between the hills of Sunny Ways And still we won the war But offending others to rote A victory remained And we were the apostasy forgiven A simple aisle For people to unwalk In holding hand to freedom We spared alone And did with them our time And sacrifices known, People won the race for Africa Children bearing wounds And the suffering above Meant the distance was at near And in the Whitehouse wept Policy to nights Forbidden rooms and special ham Continents to Greece and the general And constant pay- To ruin the country and its old Curtains knew And spoke of noon at recess With the madrigal of stupor And in his office keep- The Majesty of Rome And special bouts of mayhem For the prophet to endure And it was her- Speaking loud and clear That the Sun would be our thanks And every misery to a land- of free amounts of witchcraft And the policy was time And years of mystic keep- the land of war the same And Oprah knew- The victims carried home Bodies left to South And in the slip were cherubim And the people betrayed her own Substances high and clear And they set the runway in clear And taking off to Heaven Where Oprah learned the guests- who boarded every steel And the prophet did survive Which was just as severe as truth For the media wasn’t respected But Rome and about To the simple at their point That the decades past were new While these ones made for profit Querying every offer For the dry ones and alone The be unfail And riding new Everyone gets a war The peace of awful rote And cynicism that night To put the truth on trial And Oprah stood and then To prophesy the mark And six to men Dearborn, Michigan to slate Express to there and then A birthday on the rails Endearing new To gain the rights of access- Of legislative power While people seeking rights That were already there to be Fighting white supremacy- For remittances to clue To fateful day When Oprah came to marry- And truth bekneeled To the men of day and night On one knee as at her And flames revealed Sins in flight to carry That awful road ahead And went ahead as healed For her day express to Colin The river Her And best beget The Son of God to King In peace.

And Oprah was forgiven.

Raise The Wreck

The inches in keep For flotsam and jest A pouring view Appends to Water And business land Once creatures adept And crossing scare To the load While citizens were Empress elect To four sheets of rule In the dimyard Of our oak And cruelly done So the symptoms we And Abaddon the Sun Of perfect and alone Sometimes beautiful And caught on source To the fir we had landed Ocean free And full of lobster Gordon Pincent Of our lure Respecting country And due for the year Trapped in sine Heaven beating On this day And its pulse.

Best ID

We’ll pass the weary code While admonishing the sin In adrenal eternal To cross the diurnal one And seeking as it grand Days of fortune heal The best of Rome to Poland I will set the curtain high And cumbersome but drain- of highest war on those- passions to make it real This policy invect And Nature was- a time to heal and reflect The lonely cost of bearing And to bless our fateful yew The beautiful serf Healthy and it feels better To wipe away all costs And seizing pen to cure- the highest worry If affections while afflict And days of forward While you dream of what awaits To Rodin sound And molluscs as they walk To simple sets of green As the people cheer for high In essence, undegrade May in lochs of Holy War In this capital of land To flourish planet and protect The fateful man- who would not admonish here The rightful elect And seven courses to the field In broken three,- and this wish for glass in flow Affording afternoons And the aftermath of night-, To rave at highs As the problem hits replete Aching sinuses and nerves Of a better day in Leeds.

The Scarfing Noon

Fine desserts of Inkerman seas Four thousand wishes for her And in this escape We Indigenous friends Found love by the river- and themselves To profit this bay And sitting here temptly There was such a fissure- of day And student enough To prepare for the lot In seconds to prayer- of the catch And mercy become A place in the deep For rupture and citizen clue The favours of home And one look in this We supped for the Earth- and his clan And Mulrooney all way In supposing the war Would run by the silence- I know To seeping Qatar And the Hampton promit A fashion of ridding- my riddle And the clue in his heart Knowing Russians to blame That the soft and the joking- were kept In summits array And sympathy check That all wild is good- for our keep And issuing one toast To the islands we tug There is mayhem unknown- past repeal Of better things of mine Like the stall in my heart There is threesmoke- and bearing one sky To ‘cept as we did That patience is part A place of the river, is to To three beats of shore And the Sun calling current A maxim for daybreak is known Patience, thy poor For the walk of a day When men are afar In the river And steel cuts of wood For this junction- of my country You could get there by car, and you did So hurry the swept There’s a man in the void We called out his mobile And it was But torrents eject The promise of fished And ejecting the stay To our mission The reticent minds Would put mind at will You’ll be banking in mud As a general To no fits of war And the dorsal we provide If only the pay- was our coin In distress by the tax Of the simplest remain We put on our sandals And became Creatures of Seoul For episodes due centric The mainlines of cedar- and rescue Bent these gifts for respect And Tibet of one day The holds of our sanity,- we keep For currents and then some We call and signif- that the mortem did sign To escapes of our cousin,- at noon And Fisherman’s cape To the houses of South To our radar, our eyes, and our home.

Elizabeth

Pages blue and cantor Seeming if we can- our doubts unwind The sea and under Failures of four but I know I, Elizabeth, at seven, nine,- and ten- will follow my dreams home The mercy of a child stands to me My sudden pain And I am myself And love assurances and woo The nightly debt, four thousand free Places home and gendered But at the inn, there was time And sudden appeal to you The priceless draw for her And renegades suppose That we were cross and early But my child has a name And in this, we go The light in rhyme but feeling near And head and heart for Israel And between me and you- there were shocks to see Abaddon The turnstiles of an isthmus And in time we will repeal- what does Scotland and a King- have his pride but to a Norman We saw echoes shame the war And in this country keep Returns upon the right But unchiding just because We stayed up late within our gaze And if this day is Olivet- Then we are near And asunder far to you And if we farm enough, we will thrive- To knowing man, who keeps his- hockey alive and true to form And we know his life and ring amounts- To Northern Ontario and Québec For prosecute our side And let all be No more shores within our all But birdsong to know And the Exeter prize for such This land we know in feral Other shores and other spaces Rhyming with fast cars and supermetro Fights to random fury and they know These children feel they are at war But ringing often, they we keep And keep on hearing Spanish- At the door and inn we keep Sudden rises to our isle And the British, it is theirs But a man can get in trouble For such grading of the Sun And in this year, our mittens worked- by the time we saw the sky And in its hail, fighting things For the prose that we have kept And in early June years with repeal To the respect of keeping him While our roses telling current Of respect we had alight And more than office came to expose That we did not pretend we have laws Except to those which are exact And making flame in past Baddeck For all these transmissions clear,- We are weary for the Sun and in its pyre There will be more than days upon the hour- when working British men see the raking and the burn- and sudden water in the elect If we May so that is war These children’s year will one the atmosphere And its admiration- Still unkeeping the express To sky the lantern and so know That we have not as much, but the lunar jet we mill And as we read of Halifax- in November make it plain To unwary every Woman Where the headstones made them single And why we were afraid It was pain under the altar And the British arm of regret To our stoic form of view But there are hearts within every country Who found nothing to believe Because ourselves- and this is true- enjoy the rigour of our cannon And in time our motorcade And will see its Mother soar And in handsome they- Upon inclusion And by three- Our Saviour on respect, and blessing trees beyond the oak,- but of butternut and sparrow Keeping watch and tiny foot for all of these And in this treasure I beseech To make all men good believers There are better things than war And don’t be still upon the rhyme But reading foursquare and our brothers- Our delay does not surprise But I suggest we have a friend- And that is you, my British peers- Days of fortune may be kind But our borrowed days of Peter- set us right and in true form- upon the map And wherever we appear, there is water and a garden To mine estate so men are free,- From the shackles if untoward And let it run to Russia gladly And settle upon the loan- that they have upon the Earth In time we will abandon- no colloid and collect To Princes be That our own war is Québec The chimney throne of hating Ottawa And the heiress of her history Glouting flourishes of tongue- For six things then- and one is making little- of the things that were of money Raking Jane to see our last And will the British earn the sky- over the regents of our hill- in Ottawa where the Sun is war Without promise to one part- Our wedding poem who all will keep our land rehearsing There are flowers upon rehearse and the environmental Brothers- Only so is this as true, and the days of kind and freedom Ne’er weary to become When you reign the prize of Sutton And all the Earth and singing laughter- in each Spring and on the lens; Righting scandal if it be- And fortitude upon my way.

Basilian Salvatorian Order

In bravado The litany on recuse Of a frightful Wednesday Of wind and fire We sought prayer and our will Where time was our order To do just that The beheading of a year And in this might The glory to our fast In twenty days Christ redeem the prophet Sanctuary by isle Inoffendant to Rome And blessings by our house

To love a day And simply be at last We radioed for construction And breathing in new cement Our days in the grotto And something held These trees and branches Apparent of the news

And Molly wept Wondering if ten- Merchant ships untorn To corral the Holy news This glyph in order Apparances to God Above Could hold our altar For you, our Lord Undoing misery Edifices of Rome And here to the house Order as we would Prayer as we go

And planning days To suffer our binds Close to our pardon- comes the secret heart- of our fathers And family order to know That we were somewhat like the Son of Man Inpredilection The days of scholarly rain- Above farm and field Landing hard As we go gently- unto there.

Direct Duma

And then there was one For a secret Rothschild To afar Over the woods And amending every Mom That there would be war

And inoffendant Mary- knew of the reasons And ran to the year of our season Haranguing forth The mysteries of space Linking cure of bravado To prophets who read Upstairs to the conscience- of our psychic blue And we stayed off redemption For all of this worry To be white and Russian And knew wholeheartedly That that man was policy And voted expressionless But of war in course And the nurses’ Ukraine was the other And no polity But lager and meade Kissing the New Testament For all that we hid- against nazi lore And the profane Like hitler And kim jong un For the breath of days And it was impossible to be with- what we adored Full-blown democratic hands While the lowly but able Knew what was working And it wasn’t white power and putin should know

Fair to be seen First and strong That this white-stock collection Is Donald’s will And don’t we remember We were not born at McDonalds Nor were we Christian Without choosing so

Big repeal as there were- The right to be sixed If we were an expression To fits and normal September But this rose that I saw Was it my time This red ochre Accepting my fool- My barren coven As the last of my days And in simple score- Rome was my duty And at scale Chose Christ in this chaos For the mercy hand That tried not to war But saw penmanship Frittering its doubt As a way to avoid enemies And endurance To the fullest of the law And putin is dead Because we said so Us lost souls Let it be.