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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!

The apiary be Scottish run to mute Late December this hugger And seeing simply rise What time in Hearst for Will Enough of oak And seeming simpler For five octet and lane And pasture by the law Economy forever- and nines to the Moon Giving ray to God And night shall let us be- the end of war.

Rome

To Hearts by day In Sun and for the notch In covet done Thoughts for incarnation The soul and script Retribution Peter A day for then in rain Tiny then The night that had For Crosses to unfold Every name in Heaven For living Mass to know In Re to you Days for going in The one to bring Rod in daring be And in thought Prayers for distant men For God define No substance of our high Very existence The day is early then And no to matter To each becoming her The thought of why- Inter alia and through To common spikes of ground And in the focus why- of distant Rome To bear on global then And high to rain Watching fold and Eucharist The day is in And faces to keep within A soul to know Across to Paris then Offers to the poor And day at night’s rest Curely seen And up to Heaven loved And from this fountain be A clear of God’s own path To Him be glory Shades of Heaven here And only then suppose Christ within Basilica To duly bound Take forever honour And then the path be Holy The Victory of our Lord To global then Offer to the soul Of standing for detour And justice revealed Every second here To the capital of Rome God in His religion For Water then Torches bearing rain And when re-night to stone The glory of His keep Thank you Jesus, call In tithing for the night Engrained to Holy men For Crosses of Saint Peter Solace then be May And time for early reach In totem and our King The nights renewing here For goal to Rome The rise and thanking near Christ as resurrect Our pond is to this day The baptism See The Eucharist of Rome For all courses new And simply here To offer God The Victory of Rome And as our gift The Pentecost redeem For Holy yew The troubadours unveil And blessed thine For God to reach our Adam And duly be A prayer for every heart In Christ And true unveiling love The distance wept Our fold to Heaven home And mercy by the day Lifting into night The verse of here and poor Victory in the spaces To the Sun and stars Verses in afford And all be right The living, blessed Lord For all our lives And decency respect At atom’s call Christ the Lord is risen.

Heaven 27

Stuck on Holiday #4 Days in beckon begin The distal one and near An early vice remains This, the forest of thy keep A special ray of untrue lies The Victory ghost when life was pure Of bent wire and war with water We Sundayed to the news And all of us together Fruitful limbs and nighted dew All that is seen at war is true And bits of caving in to the stellar

But one was a few And day 4 for the Claris hen Guilty of this row offshore A kitten made Stonehenge,- And we were involved

A price on sale for the drifting war Things to truly offer men Sympathy shores while the rain is new Backstabbed things and I was her

But afraid for the early joust I was stale that morning in brain And each extension casted Mir The likes of me could tell and see

And the raided few And seconds still A Victory from here- If I give you this poem My Chance is rain And you in the family My stubborn fall for the day I thought Caught to thinking I substitute And the day shelled For pensions of the Jupiter men Esteemed to know we are adrift Likely needing scissors- To stay the same in marigolds And watching death due to mining A Manhattan Man to participate The early frost is due And with sails we win A bright song and in verse To each below and being scraped The Nautilus won our war And was a nemesis, said Mercedes Wits of fashion and twice as fast To each small creature, ex-living And to go back to there reborn

And as such a few, made them smile We poke amends for timeless Dan In Inverness, a shaken land And what goes up, is through and through Fateful while alone And given into toys of a great renew I stopped the sand from freeing me The vacuumed war and saunter A shard at stand to see me preen The pale headlight And mercy in store to silence This is the Earth beget our dues A single penny for this isle No revolution In respect, The revolutionary And this poem is real And fought off war And railed against- the words again And every year, I share a clause We made Victory- Auld Lang Syne.

Fast October

For nights of icy gray Embering the dawn This works in view Forsythia to rose and glen In best across and forward then A play in nights of conquer The near reune and justice fear In sympathy my search And all the day, ray friend The lights to and from this oar As substance would And chalk of Peter The Faber cast to El And then in her Nights’ own perfect procession Evident in truth And I to see the escarpment This will tour And make the nights unbend For simple law And tens of head The Earth could blow in May And ever jousted In Night Saints Michigan The mercy had its field And air of pesticides And adhesive in peace For chlor and pour Victory poison So to Earth and bright The Digby blues Ashore but livid asking And we were well, as young could tell And dropped our carriage out- And nights unend But perfect glow And butterfly and grid The rest to writhe Of Summer steep When to silent keep.

We Walked Along

In peace and character These chances to Balmoral And Kennedy stopped the rain As we melded into Summer But there in bright Verses for a wave Height in place alone Drops of Victory dew And solemn then Rights to Essex water Customary then We picked our scales brief And suddenly to back The lanes of brief decay And when it rained Laurel was to comet And bitter flow A smile yesterday For all this blue And pariah dine In mortal thirst for order To end this May And work above In June we lost our flat Nights pretend The June of Orinoco And Dartmouth by the Bay Of tear and rights behind Seldom call the beacon And I saw limerence Peak to Depardieu Association freeze And barreling to bread And war, back off We cast our rod to limbs That war was then Trial and order be The solace right and view The year I saw it all.

Move On

Stereo time and Santa’s big war In entry by the stadium,- we wished for a start And were promptly muted- for rain at four And what is meaning, but this Songs to our order The tin at will,- at time’s release Justice to the heart And covert insert to the pledge Fine nights of her And Invictus the Hard- Laying for torture,- This move that was Showing no gold but to them The proven boy and analogue Dented by players in the hut And a IIe at breakfast to apprehend The visions of Small And an interlude for war And surely a misunderstanding Every great poet in power And time as well Victory to the great mutiny- Time at the self and rod regret The happenstance of the heart And making lines amend; what is it for And they play with the dots- of a sudden fodder by light A twinkling in his hair Blessed hair, for religion and famous Three is the time to play Myth A cousin of war in the lit But made admin, a sixth person in tow A night for solid free Mittens and garland to the end The worry of a paranoid year Children who can’t eat A Labrador as Jim And shoes to know memory that remains But in a solid hold, The Eucharist Days of portend and uncommon Ceded power to God From the free and able Abstentions to glow in this through A blessed country, for comets revisit And the Earth shall remain Lights to our symphony but remain Christ is in store and I remember Fading lights at that man And running to be free Perpetuance of sin Victory knows I am near But therefore in endurance And a faithful regret Life in deliverance to the poor Deception cease Lighting our doors such as this Mayhem as a blunder And sympathy draw There is lemon in the summertime and at will I know where this has been Time’s regret to the antecedent Victory I know has a story Long be forgotten The World for all close A beckon of thirst to the Cup Victory is The Lord Let not be last, those in sin I would try as they are to be that Simply willed but unsure This is our Victory Day in the Summer A crucifixion unto you The Son of God in proclaim Night’s war and free Laying all weapons to the pond The lost would in their Hearts Making the right turn Burning free And turning to them The borne dedication to our lot Crucified- in dust to the ear at our home Victory South to the victims- Such terrible wrong Nights in return to that River The funeral and accompaniment of valour In a Spring year we folded Times of unfaith and in London Paris for the grey orange and forget Sympathy Magog to our Spare Exalted benew Time says amen, and be free The simplest code, Giving Nature her way And Heaven at the door saying “Come in.” In virtue we can; in mercy Trusted to shallows of the sea, the merciful one Gifts of God and tempered bet A faithful run to the end Simple sharing of Hers is by day Citizens implore, and Earth to be Devon Solace unfold to our star This and Hearts believe Dedication to the Blessed Virgin Mary Christ carrying our Cross to the end; no faithful and further Peace for the living Genuflect to our Saviour The Earth as sacred, what it was And miserable deep in prayer North Korea is no longer In time at war like this And hitmen to the day Peace lumbering On this day made of gold And early in May Life is giving- And sympathy still- The Blood of Christ.

The Standing Grace (Labour Love and True)

The silver heart warms And it is hers Lights of Devon in May Bits of the golden brown And Sunny in May A torchlight in this repeal Breaking art the random In this remark And his, on day four And Olivet then Two of Earth in his watch The glitter upon our risen fear Nine to deck and cavalry Edges of soft peat And weary of the blue At Sun in the nineties And where return, the horse is me And I am rain for nightsradar Sympathy to knight in her keep Days of war to Kent And Irving ran her My love and story Nights for gold but then, A vicious smell Collapsing hand repeal On this day they win And killed my soul I miss her neck in my caress

And beauty was brief I lost her whale and then her sea Us in Heaven- would wait as much in slip In search for why, why the truth- had given us this road And plainly pathed What voice togetherness And sympathy for my partner Less than salt Iron clues in this gear of Wallace And each sympathy by day We lost our call to heed This random knife in her For low to light and Austria Vertigal for this hour The most high hand And into common, our love this held Repeating war by night And the common loon was man And this old of what was In day of poor and peace The bell of Arthur; end day And nights on time But better of I think about her She goes forever,- in the verse that I am And fading bleed Til oats call And Victory Day My white pet in Heaven All forces clear I am a man- at war for seven.

Also From Dark Skies

A plain and daily Rome Thoughts of rue and the subs A day for heavy news Thanksgiving at the altar

Six men in Jericho- and nine islands in jeopardy The worst is the storm And the seeming fact to be square

Life in failure and I know The balloon meant death And I was truly cherished by my skull A year can avoid this disco So let’s be clear I started this war

Summons of difficult rhyme And the aftermath of true travail Nuts to be sailing out West And time in South for the epicure It was night and day in Eden- a blissful story

And the youth- Who sonically cared of the empty port I was alone in space And there was dying but no seasickness Thoughts to amend these few A simple ready and Earth ensued

And for that terrible evening I was frightened as the tailing men It beats no difficult test But in suppose-mode, I was clear

And Winter gave day Times would cry for the lectern Sympathy owns no esteem And the frightened rat that I am came to war

So this is the above And providence rain I have a herd for you And I heard you were stellar Mixed grass and the remains of truth I would double back on your fence

No to the deer in your hut It isn’t you but time will breathe We will set off when we can spare of trouble It was the Maliseet who stopped the war.

Riv’

Shining shore aseen To the River and the lake Vineyard here Apostles May And shining truth,- river bright And gorge of green and clear Solemn twine and May for horse To Baddeck and in its column A substance of my own This shining glass And Surface Wine For one and tattle,- Justice me And solemn return To my River

And in this Country land Crossed to solemn to give by For fortunes new And unto Rowan Playing well On British pass In Earnest Wine Going rouse To free at land

And where’s the Sun But fortune mine And in this Water Called the River home And back to Sea In daying form Into the heard In ev’ry way To intertwine By Labrador And seeing pret

In juxtapose These river forms And biggened ruse By time and wet And prayer in Cross To cease in Carol Growing old Un time beneath That happenstand For filling brim In Country thirst And to its court-, this shining New

For under glass Their Winter eyes And Sunny May Chicago Green That one in vise The day is free- For bits of Water And under me.