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My Sweet and Precious Friend

My day, my bliss This hangman is asleep If only Wednesday came anew A splitting grandeur On island lines A will for fortune’s done More to the embassy A fright for brethren love No way in, But a boxcar And men went screaming were they new An upper sound past the flourish Tomorrow’s stolen boy Afraid of the attic And seeking her shoes But life into the net Epistles in joy- Frankenstein with Supposing wardom come I am chat in a spallow- And paper day Adjusting one hen and six loaves A funny day it were Houses of good and get A universe On pine

Happy Birthday Amanda

In experiences early To the broader years imbue A special one- a force for reckoning Birthdays of the reform Where angels assist in mercy Amanda of Christ The strong canary With fortified mew The interspersed dew valley And contribs to the social coast We put in words for the angel And sprayed ourselves a-winter The ineffable dream Of a future forest And daily mastery This vivid year All these comforts are yours In dopamine grey And sits responding, Oh you Yes, really Your day is in design Remarkably good While kin remark of your day And ordination of wants- And offers This is the cherry pie of Jupiter And other valleys of Spirit That coast we share In summertime blue And stakes remain To gold

A single-purpose hero of the night A brave new space in fire The lonely woman who kept esteem Was her to go on her own A place of blue In varity Shining open windows A world without this Keeping score In a land of California, Dream And feeling skybright rockets keep A bunch of men in hiding She was there- And their- To know A grand new moment coming In prayer of sensors And quantum dots The bell rings here for Carol To sonic match And breath of blight Communique for Dever Each is own And hers already And they are theirs And won To simply watt- A bulb of peace Turnstiles sit and wonder Who gave this watch To three great people The islands light up most For votes to know The high and low This Winter will esteem A lovely man to give his lot To every Woman no Spilling courage And hope esteem Our day is brightest New

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One November Woman

In Orion’s consternation, A violet attendance Brilliant affection for the moon And for her Jumping the sky Highly bound And especially keeping Moses for his heart Being barren I was missing from the sky The Woman knew And stars surrounded her, By ten And by fifteen At layers of rest, we were found in the desert For a few special ways To remember the monument; The pyramid And its water To remain

In Lorne And specious wonder There were errands to be found And remembering that night An appeal, for a dream

And in sullen, Christian wonder Was a cross For all Egypt And expanding Eritrea Found the layman- to be good Expressing his homeness For a rapture In the sky

Fortune favouring water But not much perchance To this wisdom It is one woman- with a jug That is wonder- of the World

This Taunted Earth

For every eleven A tall seeking series Forego the sea And this planet sky To Roskilde and proper Dare peace And go by the Window We have a word With gold and great By silver spore A fittance for the lot With highest purple To seize our Earth And Summer bright To make stands blue For reading measure A space For mew

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Children of The USA

A bliss to the United States In Holy reset of the universe In clarity we know and make this stand That God is our home Being there in the way To see the Woman, Liberty A notice plan built Spare courage in the nine A Dove took our day To be here and afar Timeless noon and this night There is courage in the morning A special day To fit our path Redeeming spirit Impressed forever And a way with this Flower Betrothed to each petal We are forever In nature’s hand

Kerri & Jenna

For Keeps Anointed to the Britain Moon Love me and be you We accomplished our everything And one night, A fire of Heaven Took us to the dusty sky For riddles and hair- And colours and rhymes Our keep on this island Play date for an evening We were the main event And lovers knew In a way we landed When nature was cold No blessing but God Who saw us here And reminded our Him That ancestors prayed To be like us Warranted lines- Of current and wisdom We saw the future And noted our past Promise of the underkeep To be Wallace’s day And in all things Holy The serious men Came to our appreciation Of Indigenous thought Tiny women Holding hands And making time Forever

There Will Be Springtime in Quispam

A decoration for the reverse Marjoram A symphony of musing- and an echo away Harsh is the Sun, But not on this economy But in Golden Depths, A plum was unkept Thrilling of Thailand- And a thesaurus for keeps I was the Wintering Wind- and they found me To the naturest had Bells of Tin Heaven Leaching the snow from the soil And deep, down South, the Best to be replayed We won for the sugar we planted And in this lonely Plus, an honest word about being Hayward, The Constitution in Hampton- is a win For layers of grape And firm government citrus, Québec had a way to unfold As Sussex to the wall- could be seen in Vancouver The lonely city in between was upheld Two years of after, and one of before, The crocus delights- the rod barren And a rightsome part rain, on our Sympathy Street The highs and the lows- of Quispam

In London

You and I are Soldiers of Success Heavy weapon play For the darkening Sun I am abound To the drifting of our plan But pending Winter We’ll cast the snow away Pitches to London Are always for the Majors In this corral Is our therapy den More than that- We actually do agree And what is final is our trip to Scotland Yard We are in London And we are standing on the Moon The brightest day on our Ukrainian Lander A pitch to the King- If the four of us work hard It is the year Of the sharing of time In suffering, our voices are sufficient The speed of light Is our basic defence We’re on the Euro, And it’s backed up by science While playing chess And a magic crystal ball Whatever outcome, We are playing for keeps Our Christian homeland No the devil does not care And speaking of you, The madman of religion You have a place, in the scandalest book I ride this horse And I am Man of a Thousand Years in pain, But not without my friends We’re swimming high, on the dark side of the Moon Plentiful seas, And our Steadfast Euro mates In Summer time, we’ll develop the photos Secret new meme Laying plans on the table For forty years- It’s a mission success.

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—For Volodymyr Oleksandrovych Zelenskyy 🍾

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Thoroughfare In Peace

We sat with a dream And fully espoused the dawn I was alert to the day Rousing our own redeemed heart There were causes for the poor And a democratic wish To play our own In its part, we whistled and we knew A song of a story Of Christ’s redeeming of

So we were over words And knew our faith had won In twenty short reviews The dialectic had won at last And it is written in the streets No fortune but Christ, Of our Father in Heaven, Saw us born unto Him For every flower of honest revoke We sat up as Christians

And in God’s church, We remember tiny this: Jesus is Lord; Christ the King Forgiveness for all And saints waiting yonder

We are ahold of our dream, And all its parts It is therefore possible to know, Just as there the powerful, We won salvation At an early stage, Which is now

Glory to God in The Highest And peace to His People In Christ, Amen

—For Jin Mingri