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(Two Little Princes) or “Vaccine in The Early Years”

A fortune for the pill And standing by a warehouse, was a promise of self esteem Across the broken planet, in pride to his own Princess We the sum of youth, broke into the Russian vine A sonic win for the good of hay vlad had sixty thousand days To suffer the pain of excess fortune And foreboding by the fire body, it was who accosted a lens To Ukraine with opportunity An income for every soldier Step down and foreward Virtually the appeasement of a frozen plan There was novichek and moons Ukraine the Soldier Himself That who rained peace to God It was hitler who self-recused As a parable for the United States Next to brethren And cars alight for a promise That Belarus would hold his never And vlad stood down By quarter to nine For the Son of God, Who stopped the war

Be mine, in Italy And I will sign your every waiver For the principle of Canadian dreams And Independence for the wait It was best and available In Communion we won So that all who had many Rebuilt the forest And the train And a deliverance of babies Notwithstanding death Many suffered for days But the Glory of God Saw men weeping And stood down to Ukraine And Belarus the prophet Made off with Incheon While the Chinese bled for Christ At once and at noon And became Christian And no-one knows But the sun

May it rain on every driveway To find out what went on In the Irish way of a landslide So that victory was not only, For the poor, but for the just And the ocean’s power of Baptism at once Sent the Paraclete to all and satan died, For Earth’s regret And tears depend on Sunday

See you there, By the shipyard And Christening the sun Who burned a place of iron love And men got on with their day

We spoke out at Club Montreal For the prison of consumption While doves circled in our early time For Baptism to win a war

For the Good of The Son of God For Brandenburg and breathing flames While holly decked our own summons And beheaded vlad by six

To early dinner And so recused I ate a poem and prayed aloud Bless us Lord, We have sinned, But the edged land And the digress of Bread We prevail in the Holy Land And won the battle, For Mexique,

Christendom of days

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The Bronze Horseman, by Vasily Ivanovich Surikov

Is this Trudy? Nijmegen voted Jake de Boer

Peace- and exist Put love in your heart

And be brown, And be brave.

— Star of Belgium

The Sun (Shadow Object)

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I had a virus, From Tuesday- For the Elk

And landed at Islandport Ferry And Inkerman blue The ducks at the airport Were standing for Sweden Åland report- The sky way away

As for the Rus They were drunk and effective But our beaver was President And Rain came to vlad

Of Norway to Cross By the time I was one Dancing Queen, A rune, Called Viggen of Carroe

Three Herz and I blipped Romans regret The thing on my windscreen Was my mind, And I won

To Antarctica by one, And these things matter, Watch, brother, I am gone, To Tuesday By the dune

Saab had a feeling It was due by the lathe And the lantern The Visby By Suriname For that rod

When Albert season- made mud And Sherry got Åland, The ferry became lakebound And I stayed by the sun

Three course between The conservative bat And because I love landing And thinking And floss

The lighting of Sweden Was All that she was To over and about We won for the New,

Glued gears to our treehouse To the left Three degrees Mary May Göteborg’s good tide Norway in space

To the lectern I leapt In Iceland was a song To the low and the single We were heard of by Sunday In Qatar and we knew islam the schill For death to the white To the cross that they shaded For our Lord of all Peace No true to any woman, But by Essex and Mulrooney Who landed a payphone And bought flowers for him His Dad, In Ireland- Eating prophecy As it stands For the rainbow of Åland And in Queen, There was one The Scandic on radar, Who knew? It was Qatar.. The States lost their way While the blouse was tried on

I wasn’t worried about Maine, Which was Iran, Which was done

And it rained methylmercury, Mercilessly, man

Qatar bought a hearse And flew it to the course And I ran to the runway And I beached Faber dawn

Brake horse test, French crème, Ron toast, No other country but Iraq Sure it was a Suzuki But I was fog And sposed pay

Anyway, earthquake, At seven, Which was Sweden Who stopped the funeral- of a woman- Who was Malin Who survived

And vlad will thank Whitney- The Black Woman- The tank, Who sang nine, Nine, Nine frail cousins Who stopped hell Which was qatar, Which was death, Which was don

And thank you, Peter, I was due And my flight of paid blue For the headlights of Kempt landing By the gull In ABBA time

Why I sold sulphur to the coalhouse For company pay In sublimation to the wreck

I fired a torpedo, At Aladdin- and his mosque

But the dream had a cross It was democracy on vow And Mark said let’s pay, And end war And in Québec

The day Berlin collapsed I called Bell My friend- —Andrew And owed three dollars-

to Mulrooney who paid God, His honest due radar, And stayed the night, in the baptism, of Buchans flow.

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— (“Red Indian Lake”)

❤️‍🔥 Believe and befriend Jesus.. May He end this day; and bless us in Him, The Son of God; and end of prophecy

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— For all same-sex; and for all persons of good understanding 🍇

This means you.

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Earn, pray, love, pray, resist

vlad, if you ever come near the United States, the world will end

There will be whorl of fire, and it is named satan

Armageddon for the soviets

May you end in fire,

and the world will never end

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Swiss Oxen 🕊️ For the banks of Peter’s wall I had Canadensis to unwind And flowers for Mary There were shores below And trees above And goats to accompany the acre We sat with our chalk And prayed for the women Who taught us the lost of the ark Romansh was ours We berated only the names of the stars And prayed against vertigo And sailing and time And French salad was the best of the quail I had a fever Less than scarlet More than ailing along We were four and seven and one And the horses set free Off to the Host of the trail To Gladhound and the witness Who stopped by But I returned him to the ally For amusement against war And a tool for the house I saved wine And pray for swimming by noon The eternal pond Of rocks Of Landsdowne place of men and roses Buttons of time for the earliest of words For the whale to swim to St. Peter

God Is In Buchans 🪵 (Across The Field) And I grew up to the stars And watched women repeating The Library of Coon For the best of all worlds And a thinking train across the pond And moose at thanksgiving Photos of you Mercy is there And a way to believe In everything there And pond of relieve For 1820 And John who never lost The best of forgiving The logical way I escalated to Madrid And kept healing the street And won everyone For thousands of vin No more of the war Would ever be And what became of her Was a new son Up and early beer And celebrations of time For Håkon and Wren And bottles of wine Three dollar day Was endlessly mine I searched every colour And failed no tine God is away with spirit And bounded at hat For the less of all weirs And honest redemption Favoured no clothing But Sunday Bread To California from Göteborg And praying in heaven Lord have mercy on everyone in Buchans Eternally grateful for they are never alone In Hebrews upstanding And raining no gladness But the Holy Spirit and Mary And Israel redemption was yours And I sat in the water And had a special birth that way And everything was determined To be the the best of days Hi it’s Bjarne May I live here? I am waiting to write And am in love with small doors And bigger alphabets And Crummey and you A small boat was seen on radar And moved into the pond Full of amber and coins And Lutheran giving And Icelandic Tay For Islands of Paul Christ has redeemed Everyone Everyone Eternally yours I pray To be Become, beneath, grow In Rose and fair And the best of all winds Away from Buchans

There Is Time For A Reason (Peter I Island) 📕

Bless us Lord We are done And burned every drop Played with Lego in cavities of Ester I felt in fear of the digits to bedtime Wished I’d asked for honour of Maine There were soapstars and honest wheat And play problems for the car This vicious oil For Tehran and the May of epithopean Peel I was lost in beyondness My bed was poly and chloride and resist And I stared at the moon It burned my hands and feet The sky was that far up Of the heat in my blouse And private apprehensions of the day We drops of seafoam to you They drilled into weary And the noise was collapsing my face Way down in Churchill For lethal falls Noise And Warren I was lucky Swiss And we had water It flowed the fastest til ten Because of the mowing Each country pretended an amount But yours was oil They stole my phone and everyone’s house And they split up in apathy Til I fell down the stairs And wrote unto Rome of my cares Why to the fossil It was unkept to the wind The barrens of manna Were taken to guild I wept for the driveway laid bare Everything squeezed Til the time of the ears And every car sat and guzzled the next one Without no redemption And six quarts per jet They stayed and we won and I landed My wingless aircraft My body And I set sail To Stockholm from Portland Covered in roses I dated the prose of the jail In beams of sun and tines There was a lectern And amounts for each day Eyes to heaven And repeating to grow The treetops were leaning to Canada Burning no lestness And lakes at Vattenfall Resisted the rod of the day With papers to fill And the end of the wheel And a Roman recourse to unwind And in Greenland A shield for Lars And his rabbit of Denmark that drifted The sun kept of shone Bequeath me the level There is water to the hilltop of the moon I am lucky as Peter To have eyes for the dorsal Thinking of gladhanding with me What was a switch To light up the mercy And speak to the muse of the rail For the cleaning of prose For clouds of the proa I am bent to a sixty force gale Sight of the moon on an honest week on an island With ponies who dream of the cast And shores of Hal’s lantern To bespoke of the water They are drilling for Wheat And not shale Vladivostok, Taipei A place of skills and merry Peter Who looked at the glass Of the honest remorse To Singapore Where I walked without carry Of Romaness court For the suing of vlad I had two kids at the height of noon The newest of water Was the merciest of crime And the robots fell into the harbour The Sign Do you know The prophet Isaiah And in Sweden we wash Every aloe to return To the desert of date palms and bread lily Four early days To be off to the blades Of Hopskul and Skellefteå and Vision To be travelling with emus To be covered in bronze To be glad To be rid of this gale Oil was upstanding In Pitcairn We got rid of cancer of the deep And signed off to the Ross And women of reprieve To trespass to never prose shale Trinidad was absolute So we signed there And saw how its house And stopped eating muffins Of plastic and coal And breathed to the last of the gale Earthen mud Toulouse to the ray For the Swiss canoe And accepting The Body of Christ With no apprehension To stop up the fortress The police were absconded to mail I was you til I saw What had done unto me And Xinjiang had prowess of Rose Where acceptance behappened To Greenpeace at one Whose redemption was democracy day To uncover the absolute To escape the bad day To go in peace To eat Bread To end shale

Växjö 🇸🇪

The most upstanding of all forests By rail to Danmark by Øre No communist would win And we scrubbed the estate for fulsome Ray I had things to eat of berry And prowess by the phone I surrendered To find two cars- two kinds of just nearby In nearby and returned to the lake Of jealousy time for mine was not theirs But I entered the glasshouse by dusk And reading of strawberries and dust masks and the perils of the Viking Who noticed the epic of Maine -It was upstanding to be Peter And to have all those cats come in from the lightning No fortress was here but we had every stone To polish for the end of the bow Wendy was here As was her cycle And the chain was clean as Brill morning So we walked to the cathedral And prayed for our forest And cancelled the jet to nearby This is Växjö, This is home I married my very best friend And the day of the war Was none It unhappened And the upstanding park saddled by To bereave no-one is Växjö We stare at the hearse in respect It rarely passes on time As we fill up the rows Of our own And of theirs And of Wine

Writing in Rain

Under the houseboat By cesium for irving Westphal We run the redemptorist chain A clock

Radio Berlin Of American betweenism Avoid the war- A priest from Transmission Sending love Uncle John

I hope the police arrest jim irving

Please electrocute me I’m obviously nervous And feeling low- Besides -

For fortune to favour fall McCartney showed up with Peter Rigs of henbane and just dreaming I was not bitten by irving for a week The Premier understands, irving is in season And the nothingness is good for Wirral Insane and daring mormons to give into Jesus Highly inflamed by the shock of the Paraclete Sussex news- I am stalling for a handout And shenhua is so stylish The weapon of mass destruction- was yesterday’s news And we showed up for dinner And prayed for the notwithstanding clause To commit pornography to the grave And save every scrap dealer From kim jong un And his obvious obsession with evil The redemption of harvest, As in actual vegetables, Gave us Communion And we remembered our sisters In Christ and for the Paris we celebrate As our last option for rain And we already won

irving is low on oxygen

and harangued the Ojibway Clapping for every high Every minute It is simple As as dictator would X

Glyphosate

Genocide. Sad story.