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For thee and thy new forest For the captain’s chance at prose Nine lemons and a tall order of men Who seed the way above my bed At last wishing for alcohols So to the Tide for whereabouts Absconded to there, My Brother, And see you there, My kin

To cross the wing with pay at score I was in heaven with you my Brother We decided Rome was ours And stayed at Mars- The Rod took us there

And in fastest flight to Armadale It was three years in test For our Hydrogen bomb We were Swiss and played all our cards To Israel which prayed for Time

Egon Krenz The mortal star Of Africa he supposed On line 2 And seventeen cadavers Just in Gothenburg alone

Lightly dusted book of you My truck manual for GPF As dismayed as the file system became And livetype to that wall we built

Sure it’s gray And so I am

In Briller Psych with Han The liturgy spells well for God So we got rid of it And impending disaster Which was freedom And airplanes And rebar And nothing

At least we didn’t heil hitler- But then suppose we were

No expression like the lies of war That sent ambulances for complaining To shops for Denmark And little bits of pork To scare every Western Away

We hid bombs in our forest By Acadia National Park And in the sixties What fun What treasure Killed JFK

Rod

It was the Eustache on behalf of a soviet

Was Ecuador And invaded my space by August For freethings Like Templar pyramids And Odgers Berndtson We all got along In the way I quit Which was natural death As a Christian As a man In Rome I am-

Peter The Great

Who is not from Bratislava And likes Thessalonians And Honda at 3000 volts While I barked at the moon For God And the classifieds To find out why I lie About things in space Like microgravity And Teflon Like Shell did

At war- We lost our caste But the Vulgate made it clear 🦒 is upstanding And makes it real Rod

Not the highest poem for Mulrooney Who is known to forgive And hate only self And the berated lens Of the accurate clause

For thirty days of Rain In Lithuania

Just to be rid of war

Jeff and Him

Brothers by One-

On Santa Claus Day

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In the Best of Years, There was Wales In forty years, A new chance at glass For iron in Heaven, It was better with him And all the passing cars, Saluted

On time and At War, Andrew knew the right of refuge And answered redemption with the largest esteem For his brethren, Life was no other, But forgiving forever where he waits for us In the Anthem he wrote

But by the shore The stars awept For the Kingdom of Night And a sea of Hearts for Mom In many ways, A play was won, Against time And in the hue of every dream Fourscore and always alight The way our coffee held us By rhythm and Kingfisher, Our friend in Harmony To play the course Of a streeted esteem In High Royal Carriage For the Govern Ground And by greatness we knew He was King And at last number one For chances to throw about The glad days of what we wore Which was every wish For a smile that continues In Command

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At least not for Rothesay Where men complain About horses abandoning carriage And practicing with Premium Audio And good enhancements Like IKEA The Norwegian one Yes, it’s new And so is the written word We think and talk as war Against the beast Rothesay had rights To drown us all in cheese But we chose the meadow And Mercedes-Wreck A land of new beginnings Full of bees And women Without Utah And you

Jeffery

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And hardly handed was Dvorak As I wept for the summons Don’t you know what water is? We shaved your toenails with extra aloe And everyone went to Heaven Would you have it any otherhow? It wasn’t magic, But backspace And many queries, To tabl.es Hampton’s tempered glass Full of photonic plates and Christmas And dust miracles And treasure And Chris

But about the Puzzle accessory I won before lunchtime And sued myself as practice For Chooser And the Quadra I owned You are free to marry All six colours And we are Eastern And have heard of Eden Pay when you can I am Macintosh And I feel

Jeffrey D

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Because Sweden has news Thrown out but sundowning And off to Claes We knew about The Bridge And Amanda’s violin Used but new And worth thirty grand So much That turtle made me scream So hard that it snew  And all I had was a disc The shiny speed of Chris Is due for pay And made it to Rome To photograph Mary Whom I respect And dare to speak of For intermittent things Like clues about climate And just what began In 1930 That boiled the Earth Because of war So get it done And blow the whistle You know who you are And I am you

Jeffrey D

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By the time the sound hit me, I was at sea And making many amends For rapprochement By the angle In currented frontam But the crystal rot Was collapsing a pod And I felt little And compelled to complain For the rain to tell a tale It was all luck And for good, Said the qubit Which was put on sale- That afternoon And I had beautiful red hair And a swallowtail giving within Instructions to hear By my bedside and its lampstand And people were ten And counted rumours That could not connnect them To possibly me And possibly not me And we won in Uruguay Against the dictator

Jeff

(“Clothes On The Line”)

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By ABBA A song about dreams in Atlanta And the price of quantum Daesh

As bad as one sound bit was not alone I raised the bar for Digital-1 And the BBC offered us zilch To be rid of oil and fire itself So as Qatar was hell for me I gave in to many friends On rote and by boarding your jet For Tuesdays and Mondays in Malmö

All those kids were broken-heart And wrecked the way we’d prophesy As Swedes in Truro as All Your Eggs by Christopher S Who is not addicted to weapons of mass destruction like Trump And understands the wisdom of a Mass- As in, The Eucharist As Jeff only saw- Called a terrorist Because of Spain

And the chutney that came from Ellen Full of cremains and — Leave it there Ain’t it funny who knew Lopez was Labrador’s puppet Who ruined scientology for good reason So that Travolta would just go away And stop wooing Winfrey under threat

Let’s —

Burn scientology to the ground that it is Even vladimir was a member

But so is-

No-one now

Jeffrey D

And suffrage was waiting With spools of henweave and waiting rain

It was near to Berlin And the entire world was new And in Italy they photobombed our own -for theirs But my Mozart of cousin Redemp’t All those clouds found us unclothed But ready for war

So lest us unpray For the things in time And olive in Rome extant

The sweetest remorse Was our wedding against us If we needed us It was the year

Last of the beaches were in Orono But I was a prayer in your zips Unspeakable was this I am singing for your town of Saint John The place of heights Of women in pain

And men, Who fetch potatoes on the long day- Were witnessing to joy For their lochs at the end of a war And Reunion to their lair With the fairer spouse And Children borne of Christmas Day

In flight o’er forest The angelic kind I saw beaver and muskrat And floating til

—The Acadian Forest

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For Social in the Square Where the heights we won made the news Aftonbladet said, This Afternoon, We wept for your country Of Tibetan courage, But unto Christ

And early compare Like the oranges we kept But burnt as offered While Elton played Wonder For the Prince of Heaven

And your last thing to repair Was a ship for your islands Upon islands within And each forswear There is platinum below radar And you have won

In the lumbar you adjusted Profit was rendered So the seats of vlad Were appropriated to you

And never a disappointment The thunder evry wept For each raintear under you Your cousins at heart Will know all the way

So laughing in a three-counter witness For the pretend game- The fun one- Which is pretending a need of Internet When paper has need Four kinds of bereft- I gift you mail

Jeffery