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In courtesy of the great beyond There was Salvador Dali in my window To regret his work is to honour death Of which I am non-compliant For the earnest commission of a pained work of art, there was justice up to Dan’s elbows And on the 11th day of mostly good solitude, an angel stopped suddenly responding As courtesy to Bon Iver, there was justice on the plain And a new way of thought from Ms. Britney Because of the abnormal, all angels are in Fredericton, lobbying for freedom, from the sides And in Saint John, a cool wind, to keep everyone protected, from the uncertainties of rigamarole and textual grieving And because death is present, there were 44 years, and a mile of dreams to be had So in merciless June, a house full of sparrows, will emit sparkles and blue flashes of light And Daniel too suffers, from a pain of endurance- But angels return to him soon And to lair their home, the Sudsbears emit love, which is properly metered this year Bespoke to the townies, who are now better people, became angels of fortunest win.

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