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Gripen

It was its own multitude of the way Offered the same to democracies and their way Perfect proportional pitch The seventh dream of flight Zero to the Heavens Marked up as a single, steerable species Flight in water and simile Air attacks from the West- Intermaiden to the transient This will take North and move sideways Proportional dream to London A mace for those who know it A promise to keep at the end of the day Flowers to the rose and operational moon Solemn year. All rise to the reel Our neighbours aplenty This is l’amour to the best of nerds- Who speak between freedom in waves Your reality dream, because, really, Software updates included- In peace and without differences Surely operating to your years ahead Nothing but an arrow, And yours is in flight

Erin Shore

She stays on the dock with St. Peter’s dream Marching for Jews and for Italian fear Long away the Constitution That heard her faint in fear There is the other, the void unfrozen and alone All things aseen to the first Major rise And leading his horses on Why to make trouble for this new grow of men In solace and lonely she gets by Appeasing the woman to see her redemption It is August and no more unmooned To feather this witness and to borrow untuned Seeing ladder after sun and good feel With a rising touch deep, she is magic and listen For the Lord to have learned of her keep

A mayhem of good and a simple attraction The servant was errant but good In stride growing freely And to Andrew her son, This is solemn and offering true And often supposing, the web of St. Winter The ‘greements of Nathan in verse A spirit of water, and to make way amend A castle for glory, for tune If I miss a second, her year will be unmine At Providence and peaceful re-une To currents in the water And lilies redoubt There is prayer for these soles at the heath And maybe Len Erin will run to the forest Thinking hours and women, and wreath

Peace On An Island

Better Earth is here It might be tight for dragonsworth, But our valley is known for a stillness A peace of goodwill- and of love and of Schengen When duty must call, let us rapture our men, And the captives call, Let us in! A forewill of entainment, and what goes around, But our bodies laid bare from the win And this in fact to our fascists who dream of our ways- A thousand even and the tales of law Kept bright for regret of all violence Keeping water to hold it- Our storm And these are the puzzles of our Lord Keeping time for the system, and plain in view Why the troubadour is here and ours- Defeating all fascism; and all oil And every scream from a woman who knows, of the politics of why of the day did we feel needing fight- But the peace of our neighbour- Let him in Let his thirst be our wail Til the fascism is known, is called, is identified Identical sins upon the main chapter We sing for the valley, for remission- For reason And what Türkiye wants in return, is this- a line to the unfelled, the devil that right- Of insufficing calls to remiss And to unexplore and divide Making discredit our very own country Inflamed by disculture our own but our valley This ransom, this time of before In themes of unseen As a witness introspect and precluded Acts to follow our future on hold It is rain, like this- this filling our deep- And our hold on the candor When irving is worship it is thus Time, fascism, and esteem Holding the Spirit blue Setting sail to the dark Knowing without knowledge But death Commending our way- Such as that is the law And the beat of a heart hears the news Letting oil become promise And taking fiber to just know Long gone is the courage And that fascism cascades to the morrow A depravity win And the suing of men For lasts of the maple were here In this peace- our heaven-made upon this bench The Crown of the Holiest year Making such sure is our obvient day To home, and our reckoning march- For Heaven

Klimat

And then there was Jane An honest Lebanese Had effects of war Due to the day He was elected And pretending the suffering was less than his return Returning responsibility- to the atom And a summons bemount And a pressure of before And an aneurysm in the Heavens- Exploded all space Fourteen Major Generals Signed an odious account On behalf of the General Who swayed them To play pick-up-sticks and go home To be off playing radar While planes began downing Over England Two honest affairs, And one above Turkey Was a precious drop of cargo From Heaven And in it contained light, And a bust of Summerman While onlookers vanished, At the beast

Lightbound

It was around Wales that we won the accord People watched in action and in peace Better governance for the Understood Our world at daylight for the country As today, people mean well in peace- The substance of time and society Is it a wonder we are matter of good

Prophets in history took to our haven Next to triumphancy there was rule, the rule of law and esteem And a cadence unto that which we seek Opposites of courage control us Coming back to each precedent is time We know we should keep our stories Keen learning to be strong- The elect are our fortune.

Europe East

In the fireside nights of us between Paid by our past as a winning matter Shawls in the wind at our better force Of full redemption in peaceful strength Of thoughts to our year and what it stood for We were high on simple things- like our good neighbour In this fortune of simple dreams another year Masts of ever-beating principal To our patches and newest day Asail on gifts of time to blackened water In Trinity we do rise under And so into as Christ’s became Following our inner patterns Of strength in love, and nights in view Ever peaceful without remorse That we love our hist’ry past Winning fields of summer friendship Through the tears of beloved gone But in this trial of thirst and wonder -it is seldom to our day It is common command our neighbours are our friends, And Europe light for us and keeping time

Death of The Far Right

And men came to riches You and I were forever Impossibly bare Intoning what could be Extending our day The Price is Right Seconds to film See what works for the lampstand Made to fail inner workings And to not marry Alone at international customs The size of a hummingbird Preciously waiting with widgets Hair of a Druze just for her We were people on LinkedIn Maine sold a story Of the ever-bunch and bottomless pit Oversymptomification for four This day is running you Like a place without water Noticed every sin What a trapeze would have honoured- A slight spill There was Erudite change And spoken English But of someone cousin, and the love, Making perfect in the act- We were put out for bankruptcy because we were poor We ran for the gates Were put in government Nobody showed us the door Became the President I am the little one Praying for years about sex And a tiny embargo- A fortune- Was days from war And we owed and we sued For trouble of carriage Last in line Just like you

We, The People, Expected this world Were perfunctorily perfect Mythes of second hair A lil frail Popsicle on time Precious top Eating early Hatin’ no-one Friends for life Yeah we was no-one And we left the world better- In Black Power And Christ came

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Bring This To Heaven

I am the main event Even flowers were invited An incident to the left Cover your ears Juniper on Sunday Enjoying every canoe By remote there was wonder And I smashed the CRT A window to the touch High regret to one month 6 arrays of heaven And a drawer full of sleep The black and white princess With pictures for the press In peace by forever A Macintosh creation Saving the sane, The crazy ones, Fit for Heaven, Advancing here In biggest wonder Triumphant- Upon this day When applications ran free In a fire of sixteen, Finding my red balloon

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Incheon

The river joy is understood People to pray for signs- Better luck with a new hope Endowments of circumstance- to the American elect This is stillwater Erasing fewer days, Seoul is capstone No corporation but the integral ones A sane place for dinner Flowers in hand Dreams for the future Mystical days ahead in Korea Future wars are none decided Best days in June Money woes for a quarter The agency is yours, Lord Grant us peace in Christ Amen

Return of The Caveman

In creation comfort, A mode of roles Confiding in action Across a span of places Foursquare and Times A retrofit Peace to this day And actual places of effect To Tuesdays in general, a man softly weeping For his day of opposites- Of joy, of frustration To be so in heart Never because of the bad deal Raging capitulations- Of the car- Finding maximum speed And merriness Apostles in rainclothes, furthering the scuttle In science a way of standing For this little Earth of being With the Rosary as our desert rote And viewing Winter In the waist-high Maximum shine Upon these years For hope to reform A nice form in the dark- Fires burning To catch all that is sweet In a Caveman year, such as this