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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!

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For Jerusalem as one of hers Simple tech and travel there The best of days borne off The differing end and classes be Rotoscope in oxidation Meerkats of bewild’ Nor more than any markets here The rail was blight and indifferent And we used a shield for the sky Our April difference was the hole First in non-surrender And a captain at the gate And solemn few We were Jews and from the forest-Earth Biding time in bliss to Carol Suffering for shade This victory has a mansion And better few for the amendments A day of war for promised rain Gods forgot we have just one In simple marry, The Earth found us a village To not be known, there was dowry for a war Pieces of Byzantine And a lucky bridge that fell for three more hours- a man with hands of century The clock and steel Saved for our four children But to this cause, there was earthquake in December Known to be- days for life intend And stalking every car Fearsome men in disregard Living nothing but our Heaven- Our weeping God has eyes to see And we are known to know The Senate floor Milky in the clear Pages one and ten Maoists in here lately And fully docked- Our way to understand- If the Earth has will, Our flower is a friend.

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.

Legends of Vernacular

And to tomorrow This witness on Touch The Ethiopian Guard To honour displays of time And this support Of a man who sits Esteem The contract of Dow Chemical And we died in the creek

Fortunes of nine and ransom A victory for thousand then Walked off the side of the Earth While men screamed for their Wine And day-altar Sussex business to and there For all insurance in prayer The victimhoods of authority

Isn’t it play and nice We win just to forget Weird compressions and embers To faux the mission-mind at war

In sullen you and birth Apollo of the year impressionable While I am an empty seal Borne of a reactor in Maine

To Hantsport best refresh And six electric for the isotope Letting geese reduce our stop The sidewalk was appeased And victory-men There was shale to collect And in all that water fit to drink- of course not

In a Rolls-Royce to lanes of freedom There were children made of OSB And the upper limits to consternation For daysport and eloquay

Fortunes made to the East forgotten Better Norman than to see the Mon Yearshap for nine and death I spotted Peter at The Great Divide

While Danes are keeping light for Heaven And gentry across this height of speed In all fairness to the Arctic North I took my Best and found the Sun

Supposing we were separately still The days of cash and Summer Cross Made for Earth and sky and cloud and Women We drank the water of Sweet Valentine.

St. Valentine

A Scorpio was wanted just to be A thousand years amiss True to the altar and to love It is day that I have, non-return But to these fields I prepare A victory in Latin for the course To people solemn shaded- and Greece and Türkiye shy A bit of purple for the trade- and yesteryear I was committed by a swan And fortune this to morning A sky of options light or rain And filthy bottom of Gibraltar I wept for the seagulls of Portugal Cove A heart of zebras here and wild The day for overture speaks havoc To mothers in my way- I am the offendant and trying hard It was for early stretching of the hound For Empress Isle And sixty shots to wisdom The day is fading new to Jerry Alpaca Smitten be uptown and seeking doorways This the year of Cobh and St. Jerome Places near to Winter bringing heat And silent search For high and low desires on display And fortune time A victory so hard there was no time And no morning to announce- the braver men So to these carrots of the deep- and better wonder There was Apple and a billfold just for new And vibrant sea and big New Mexico It was known for making waves while night asleeps And bitter ransom The documentist merged on three small hens Never bitter to the year we went apart But in this mail to make us hear And a friction of the post We’ll fly for days this kite- to be upon.

Eclipse by Dawn

And through the wait to be Up on someone in Earth And skipping Rome for blessing The fortitude in essence Of all of thy burn And in Nova Scotia Man, An indignant worth For style and seclusion To the sacred know Bigger days to Scotland And there were And social Witnesses afforded chain To McLaughlin on prose Sceptical in share But bowing in peace And therefore it is And having will The diatribe of the bear And simply walking This is our land and our meaning The Greek has messages Be glad and in faith Making others happy And time will mend What the Earth is for Claiming silent rest Upon the hew and hewer Substance to ornate In Paddington’s respect The phone that chewed our line And passing on the chap Fiddled to the use- of proper grand and common Making worth! Enter hard this day of Rome Scintillating hearts And descheduling the routes Of travail and society Spirited soul- Appointed to say sorry For special hands in prayer Of Christ And only June Will be one month Wherefore the standing rule Of apologizing to be honest Simple shorelands And derailment of cause In war and war In light we keep For everyone a friend Which is good- And heartfelt The heated sleep for chance That cards and flowers and this Every prostitute be well And careful and in Christ All welcome To this gated Rome In sympathy because- Man is alone Upon the shore that is near Forgiving all And blessing what is forgot Children’s Heaven And an aching for the Lord No matter what And reaching light The solitude and there For everyone Be first in Christ- and Welcome The others’ will And fort become Thy Will and substance Coptic For Earth and its near The African at Orthodox In Coptic wheel For essence Jane The mist of your success Of province and country And worth its Water For thirsty captive All hearts speak The victory of Rose Untelling fuel, but The 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.

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.