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Kim

A place of the known And two years- less the beautiful An Eastern lectern With one vision to the moat And one World One destination To sigh at the visit of dawn And hearing the news That Asia is in debt But surely not- the Kims Who maimed this country Without saying sorry Choosing you- In time, to children- And you will know They woke up at ten In Summer Pyongyang For mercury down And the sorely Chinese neighbour Institution of the damned A wall is waiting- in whose value net But making arrondisements Simple share for West Nova.

This army is new And spectacular to the current And was a site of the very success That hanged the CIA- for Dublin But as war’s promise The mystery of English And this French-Canadian Americanism Which extolled all virtue To put an end to this man- Kim nam Afference of God And destined to destiny To destroy the deceased Even rain- That made us richer- Is getting a new look In captive trash To resume beheading for the largemouth In China’s biggest clothes workshop Sending to Iron Bay And worth a second look The CIA-China empathy unclothed And psychic baloney for the paranormal Intelligent money For actions against democracy Again and again Especially on Election Day Elizabeth May knows And so does everyone in distress Who saw life design of different Before the TikTok scare Before Sinicization and the year But unbefore- And poor now Tiananmen Square.

For the secret way of making news Then ratcheting dawn One bullet to the face In the China of Beijing Ruining everything but reality In Xinjiang- Maybe a camera or two In spite of saying something And Xi is unafraid And refuses to smile Every day Except in the eighties When Pyongyang shuffled.

In third esteem, I watched for the return of wilderness A few short years And gone But war was not- I repeat- is not Worse than North Korea jail And in all of the foes Like the London caress And the harvesting of men- There are heroes And it is time To right the sore story Of making a deal For Kim Jong Un And privacy rights- for else.

Supercrastic, while I Braille at noon And am still terrified Of Lions and Tigers and China Where forces cannot And seemed can’t To let everyone vote As informed people prefer.

Kim is afraid And has land here Searing days behind a terror cloud Where Spain would not go- And in error as May The suffering of sufferings Pyongyang is only dawn But seems afraid of Canada And secretly knows the amount- A wreckage for the Times Who escaped what we are- Which is Canadian Where tragedy is for viewing To the maximum of spirit And mean men may go- As I have- To bonnet well And be rid of rhyme And the aftermath of distray While hunting Linux and the affair And working on a star Made of Apple [Computer] Who did not censor me Despite what could In such this time And I am not- from Prison Planet.