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The Sweet Decision

Werewolf pie on my mind A destination like the lumen And Apple making this accord Befitted to Matthew and watching Mr. Bean History berserk and here The land itself takes cover Reluctant flame for the poor And six-aground for keeping company Postage in arrears And not afraid of destined acres We fortune for the swan- and have a day of vitiligo Erin’s war on repeat I worship Christ as free And indecisive to my generation- The polygon on to begin their deceit I am waking information in early writing Utah can’t stand to see That victory is not a poem And I stand with Vatnajökull I stand with grace and its waters Fit to the moon by Prozac And destiny of Greece for the lander This Coptic lander- Earth shall be our cause of rain No other substance here A decade of regret and far from swimming If this is over I am frozen- and wish to get going Time is fit for England- Ben beknows a chime Ringing for every widget A single man Radiation poor But substance R- The vibrancy of the account And we are all the same By birth especially And a blessing from every Angel Fitted with screen-wrist I sit wholly as a peer And watch things Wheeled and footed; paws Special coats for singing And the East apology- For being communist et al This is misery’s deck A place to heal In third and three Rome thy neighbour Will baptize you in earnest Full force in effect The gates of Heaven- enter As Christ allows For many hearts are weary And quite alone.