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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
