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The Scarfing Noon

Fine desserts of Inkerman seas Four thousand wishes for her And in this escape We Indigenous friends Found love by the river- and themselves To profit this bay And sitting here temptly There was such a fissure- of day And student enough To prepare for the lot In seconds to prayer- of the catch And mercy become A place in the deep For rupture and citizen clue The favours of home And one look in this We supped for the Earth- and his clan And Mulrooney all way In supposing the war Would run by the silence- I know To seeping Qatar And the Hampton promit A fashion of ridding- my riddle And the clue in his heart Knowing Russians to blame That the soft and the joking- were kept In summits array And sympathy check That all wild is good- for our keep And issuing one toast To the islands we tug There is mayhem unknown- past repeal Of better things of mine Like the stall in my heart There is threesmoke- and bearing one sky To ‘cept as we did That patience is part A place of the river, is to To three beats of shore And the Sun calling current A maxim for daybreak is known Patience, thy poor For the walk of a day When men are afar In the river And steel cuts of wood For this junction- of my country You could get there by car, and you did So hurry the swept There’s a man in the void We called out his mobile And it was But torrents eject The promise of fished And ejecting the stay To our mission The reticent minds Would put mind at will You’ll be banking in mud As a general To no fits of war And the dorsal we provide If only the pay- was our coin In distress by the tax Of the simplest remain We put on our sandals And became Creatures of Seoul For episodes due centric The mainlines of cedar- and rescue Bent these gifts for respect And Tibet of one day The holds of our sanity,- we keep For currents and then some We call and signif- that the mortem did sign To escapes of our cousin,- at noon And Fisherman’s cape To the houses of South To our radar, our eyes, and our home.