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Icy Waters of The American

And to June, this emerald Trust the British and the French An island in the mirror And I am Qadesh A strange affection for the Princess Isle And the pattern of shows- for the mistress We knew of the second war And of captains in Lichtenstein Adjusting to the rail And the sight of the Moon Insofar to predicaments Accepted for Mother Joy A crack in the windshield Of this Windsor by morning In comatose to November And the size of me We cheered the differences And Michael Jackson became my hero Obsessed with the Other Land And pure as fact, I surrendered And they accepted the Forces And a first trip to the Sun Why absolutism had its draw I was afraid of the altar in June And to be seen sunbathing And a sure source of trauma I played to the ghosted end For surefire and a son of ten Who looked up to me, Mom In these nights of the interhaven We leapt to the camera left On this tiny mansion to the better night Obsessing with you We had underperformed by the lights Offences to the Apple by Qatar I would have played with you But the time was our only living And afraid of you, Being Boring The serviette of a worldly glow In time, the distant will be mine For these luscious flowers that I pray are all yours And Andrew, you must Be gone with a prayer of peace Surely to the heights of Women A world we call whole Will shudder the curia- for a night forty two And justice to Balmoral These knees called an ambulance In sincerity to Give Him A Chance We were both liberal,- and they knew as war To Charles de Gaulle Appearances in the morning car We swayed just a little And alimony to our sons by dawn We paid the human mission To be Elton-like and Fibonacci’s grade The decency of predictions calling There is much that is certain war And calling on my favourite win That this story was the final away from him My sorrow and my joy A human hand, to the other landing

Inferences to the blessed timing A place in Heaven to the breath of dawn Affairs and nights of wanderlust I love you,- my Amethyst.