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!
Rose East of Rockwood
And in the temperance claim I eat by the river in esteem Spoon for dinner And sitting night by the carousel Five things to celebrate Now that victory is a poem Three cheers for cheer itself Doubling down on maple sugar And Justin’s day Sweet vermillion in for shore A wave to passing trains And a thorough sense of night Victory’s dance And a sweet, appreciative Moon I filled out an application To speak ingress to the landed A quarter image per hour And flights of bon’accord Places in genuflect And the light of Heaven the same Tempos lightly off to dancing And a fever here for all this crowd Adoring secret carols Waiting plan to save the shore For the hurry and explained One May per hour The time of year to bud A day of Summer breath And a chorus set to free- The scalar wind; emergence And a lampstand of the World When days are sunrise And prophecy our sport For the mercy on all souls And in Christ we unbind all men- For the village and the depths Canada be free- In restless village and annoy But only softly As we make unto a dash- For Vict’ry’s land A cadence on the water Holding Rome And an essence on the rock Befriending gourd and high Of better thought proprioception And democracy’s Queen abiding Sold our flint for raucous dune I am the lamp And the four accord of noon In Eastern acres And gypsum grass For services to be me Your light will carry- unto mine For the betterest of the nightcall Where the spacecraft call it here- Unbound And thinking of plankton ready Four stalls to the iron core While the Moon is at our gate And mostly Earthen- Set to distance And the mountaintops- To the East While the clouds of early forest While we wait- For timing’s Will.
Return of the economy goods
Five dreams And none were war A secretive someday This times the light And is our country A nation under the Sun Millions taking care A cannonball as they say With misery but to no effect Staying in the hue Of dollarest men A duty to implore Pieces by the steer And five dimes at King World- One for Oprah And a thousand dreams flowing river Mercy goes round when you know Brailled measure for the day we don’t decorate The odyssey of Woman-child Third in her class but says thanks Good parents and a past get No reprisal for the generation Thirty years and solitude This empathy is yours All deliveries final To who speak eloquent or not A share in everybody And a home remembered wealth The currents have a way Out of the desert- And into the eyes- of Oprah Winfrey Tearship dawn And at our best Heaven to victory repeating.
Rain For The Origin
To a Quaker and then Life as a burning Christian This simple man on catapult Echoing catastrophe And circuiting calls- Three years of solid altar Fit for a day to remember I rodded you to ninth DE The Godhead saw And polished driving rain In Christ’s true presence A victim days few And in Earth relieve- An extra day to extinguish The fog and flames of anxiety And solid amber to our day Especially in our car- Who begged the esteem But a distance to the partial Our electric in parity For the Ford and expectant to be No recreant or madness be It is a special year to see the star And then we seek a world Like this miracle Everyone as one- Even there, Thereafter.
The Victory of Notre Dame
In places West of here The champions of change forego And Justice have- in the forecast More than supple rain And the Earth to be our Water Justice Rome Things of portence view Assaults in trial and view The subtle preoccupation In time a bliss report To barren optics and unclear The victim path But we were weary in support I’m seeing other paths- this victory due In time will change the atmosphere And messy wars to challenge- the natural view It’s favoured here Loving simple mountains Bare on top And robots receiving oil Never in need of oil affects the better- and their heir We suit as human And playing for Paris go This is us- til Tuesday And victory again For subtle paths we wonder Can calm assaulted be But through blue brine Epistles of the few And Justice Marry The solemn maybe Clearing chance For our message- End of oil.
Portence Few and Fame
The nuts to be elastic By the shouts of providence sound Accostive by the exit For poem in right The day of this is landing To single Heaven be No more chairs for the good This standing genre In your time a life unmet Misery hall and syncopath Burdens to the relate A travel beam to Scotland And sure by day That nothing goes alone Beams of twer And quanticy unveered Simple analog with sound A German woman For all this salad hers Beamed from Upper Clement’s I miss her And strike the laser red Hues of green escape And socio here for day In England’s news A rose to North Korea But not Embargo seeks the cheese And daybreak machine Forgotten rose A 404 not found.
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The star between the Sun Affording life ever after Insoluble fiber within And sympathy on the grass And hewing poems Distributing other worldly A day’s quota Blinking at your fear Erasing it Then folding new To your preferences of heat, and light And mercy on all men Blinking at thirty watts And visible down the street Cousin mayhem And five points shelter Going it alone By five and her between This substance Q And matte effects of dew For foreign friends And very last frostbite Amen to you- clemency be Above of here Forever.
Played for brinksmanship I am the other And surely thinking war Why one of this And the inhospitality Fragrances and then A riddance to the few And off to random Arnold It sinks as they would A capital of fear From the border czar and first Especially dissipated We are last on bookings And soviet prayer From that uncle Scotsman So victory by far To the East and oriental We accustom those to dark And plain and simple; and autoplay It serves to see as well That we are free to be as us In a fitness of our Heaven- To be this spectrance able And a charge for Greenland culture The cell in our coil And a solarist Rome Dying here and then- We are gone from random And Greenland sees a poem To bright horn laity and called The messiness of craft For Sultans be We are, in effect, of Greenland Our people own and birds of flight The engine room of Rhodes Six in calibre and shot straight We beckon to the stars And going alone, see space And thanking Denmark our treasurer Better days ahead Better yet, Sovereign, And we will feed our few.
Let Zay in Heaven
For this fjord to seek all day And in the night’s esteem beget A promise under play Of Dan who saw The Watch of early yearing In effort to effect A place called solemn home Between each tree And every brother To this day In reach And called a poem For rights to read The Scotland view Which appears to sow No large divide Of faded number But the stars who call him near And every phone- on lock to store the day- of strings that whay and study Of the optimal accord So as chance to make it home And forever be this right To years of beautiful unsuffer This man called Zay An Earthen dream Of making rouse To always know Hear heights in grace And fortitude of love For all who cast a hope But righting ships of souls And mending free The right of Kings Who summon free The debts to be unhad And wincing star In play for truth The madness gone While spirits desolate A new purview To always say Amen By wished gear A striking man and sharp Exciting best And gone to see the waves As Colin would To best- and free Eclectic Zay Is found a star For this new tack In splicing more A hull for steer With wrath to wind To solitude my shore And placing hands For future mend It honours me in three This will to go alone A space to bless New Zay and done The forded best To one and ten A call to roads For years to stay ahead In solemn be To Rome And then- a better day- forever.
—For Zay Harding
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And to this day unpare Speaking high to thus about The statement of the wind in truth Nary was wood in favour To seek the fall become- And it did hay A passion for the year Summering in constant Making death a place apart To hear the siren song A temperate mouth and be; To get along, Nary is a scar And custom swim To minds bend and this A favourite fact That all who poe are witness In filing this for just petition A parcel leans ahend This severance day A year of nine and six And flaming shoe- Passions of sweet and size ten The simple seed to Rome And thus begin That a rose is beautiful And grower be.