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When It’s Not Raining I Take A Chance

To the grape leaves and minding bay A profuse energy sixty miles ten We fought for what we can The tidy esteem of a World bet Trial in Toronto and closing The altitude we climbed for an angel And forever had done The Cross between our cell- and our bet Two things to abandon rod A performance by the loop And in bitter loop to end Man it, New York Sometimes life just ain’t a play We reckon to yard to remember For the Symphony at dawn Feeling frozen to the weaponry Six days West and I’ll be here The riposte of a lawn- making friends and making fold The wire out Pixies full of force The light reckons as I know Were it war, I’d be sent anyway But this is Saint Bridget and we spoke In timely two and two My square dream ahead And Aqua sports befriend The little bit of best- and I need insulin A growing to the maintenance Hero to her anxiety This maple in shades And due on course November Staying true to men in spirit The Victory low and hold Mileage high and through With folds to make mysterious Am I not headed out And six times the Water at war So let the Zulu rain We are obsessed with The Lord- and blinking lights- And days to make it later I am shining because I need you Now climb down from that coffin We are abstract to the risk I was a cousin of Earth Berodded and esteem For the light one As this must And seeming no set We are far to be free As the story goes And you were a miracle for the good- steady wonder For the Triune God and his prophet A simple goodness wears the tide This way or the Moon Running empty as the news For finds of the decorated house of yours First Class Jesus and no poem An enemy of torture And a special man by Rome A mystery of men In your tower And this bleeding heart supposes The Victory of existence And a paltry Summer choice To Lunenburg and home And I was the vet- For making near And I drew a blinking star Upon that thing that made me smile Obsessive by the dawn And no Aladdin- but you.