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I and For You

In yesteryear, Thine falandel was mutinous wreck Catch the mound and wind Praying for dirt mound- Empty reels of Scotland Couses to Renforth and soapy dew Aramaic existence and twines of one A loving crew upon the Potomac This planet was ours, We stopped to save the way And The Queen was aboard A shawl, always But we were fond of the Quispamsis And its arch to double glass Unprecedented in sight And ash descript to the mainframe I loved and I won, A low-tailed guess For where do I come from, but the day, And light’s whisper Hurry the thought and be rue, But only Tuesdays at hunger For we wrote the Ojibway and found a book Curried lentil recipes For experts in ruin But commodified hats And peeking around The skydancer and her revolve, Echoing to a seal from Boyfriend A small quarter-century Covered to the irving Which they prophesied in paint So much as day I love you America Sayed wept carefully and I pried What of acceptance is Standing Tall Neighbour Awash in red and flames of beckoning peace Sculpted for Rome’s win and due That they came in Become inerrant According to the rapture of war But indescript and upon siphons We will keep you safe In Forin and lounge Pray for use, Hotel Green It isn’t lucky apart, But new winning And a country about, Peace And one in a maritime, And how we are ours As so much damage In a quaint town of the Elm Across to profit when war But be asleep and bleeding Our Canada is ours We won; lucky in bound And across that, the middle lake For you and the ear In Possum time and improbably large Underknowing and in verify Not about to decipher But harmony And it is replete