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Spoon

And the one share Tidings for time The places that escape me Find speed and unprepared But all things digital The substance within Words to Denmark The classic home And revealing to Mette A thousand werewolves To do our work And Jens-Frederik is on beauty To favour once again A solemn progress for Denmark And shoes that fit The wonder of an economy bill Early and unafraid The chapters we change For Greenland’s spear Which closes history Of our dawn- The less oiled To Greenland home Which speaks the intelligible: “Get off our property. This is our Heaven. And clients remain. But to sever our clue. Our history is fair. And we tithe to you, Denmark prosper- The face of no memory- Which is wrecking means. And we have things upon radar. Our tiding news. And our own government- Which means water, not war. And you partner us, for our people’s sake- The wondrous home Which prays for you- In every language. Both beginnings new, Us believers- Home.”

—For Jens-Frederik and Mette 🐙

Molly

In a factor of 1 I was time and alone For prayer peace, and solid hours, Third in succession To Rome And strangely removed From the towels we remember Finding swim And fields of work And jubilation There were mercury keys And days of Saturn setting I was your hero But we became the republic In no way of finding out I was remorse and you were both feeling and scared Too much lovely, And not enough sounding strange But forces were And I was a day that talked to you In sight of redemption, some, Fears of knowing the end of islam- Made me the enemy And you were closest, Every night, To my baptism In shaded countries, The ones with places, I was the countryside- and you were a looker Sweet repose by nasturtiums- And borderline Republic, You and me, Fixing Qatar And wanting to be first Through every door You were the smartest Woman And paved every way To avoid my death- The Hero at war And I remember you Chasing our dowry Screaming down at mansions Affecting Europe in force- To be frequent and fast And taking chances Like the fool ocean we drank And chose to swim For Earth’s dark And lonely Finn Squirrels at home, rest, and play The juvenile Epiphany for all Mulroons Making our Month to Aladdin Escaping by dawn To the Rothesay we borrowed Upon real war- And not totally beat Like lions And the elite Perfect broke, As the angels, And praying starry war- Inverted but also shared For wanting home And saving Shannon We feel already Our escape hatch on plus To give us get With simple days And heights of Peter The only edifice A patriot of seeming patterns, Not us- We were the other And it took us to Reykjavik By classes 1 and 2 Specialist flights And below deck To sleep while fasting For fortunes of echo- Loudly chambering A new Woman And mechanist While we pray for Saxon The policy out loud For turnstiles and waving at war Like it was- Just a story And ending dawn

I’ll Wait For You

To be last I am In this fortress of gold And my hearing Virtuous day With nine beams between The card I passed to brothers Who were in my way To stop war And lean entire To solemn wish For rain And motion blue A paw below Eating rain And licking up Beside me Fortunes of dew And all this warmth We live forever In Scandinavia And have a section for the Cathedral That espouses everyone And animals all day To burden against war And be properly protected And seen again Like heaven speaks Tomorrow

Greenland and The Kingdom of Denmark

To the extended Hand of England Planted Crosses in the blue Of belugas shouting high in stream To be the River David Upon this dance of April rise Was a verdant kind of shore To leap in pride and cease in prayer An honour to the elders May is tide and fusing rain A Neutron Dove for Nice May no more hate but burn the risk Of tropics under oath May men in peril understand A victim of the Cross To newfound law and spinning fate A poor man’s ruin in tome Spirited thinking and across the aisle Greenland is one country Fomented order sailing ships And docks of Greenland Crosses To South and May will win the steppe From far away and first The Holy Year for Greenland June A visit from the Irish In Ulster Rob whose son is near The famed new border airport Sublime and real And made for Mette A play on silent prayer The mode of action in Greenland’s Cross The highest land of Eden And to sullen discharge, A rifle’s poem That Greenland is a home

Could You Affect This Purpose

In a new and flowing current I was alone in Sunny Ways For fortunes of unwild In a place of grown rehearse Death made a long statement Which was due and utter mean A place for her in a corner Her name was Alibi

And the Brothers Grimm were seated With a tale for the wise That to speak to all four corners You would win the wooden prize

But unlocking to this paste And a wonderful barren new How I understood the quiet I was saving it for you

And in these hundred years A species made for Poe The forbidden world of isolation And a bobsled for my toe The insane and utter courage My stupidity versus will A chrysanthemum leaping softly That genes would solemn bill

Newer haves of radiation There were carrots and were mine To chaplain’s Cross and trip to Wales We accept just where we dine

In half a column in empty Lear The places fly at night This coloured chart of fakened history It was swollen and it would bite

New Year’s Day from Roanoke There was mercy on the whale A prion prize for open doors And my duty was unshale

First to be seen And newlyweds forgotten Sinking to Summer Past In a place called Carousel All films in by nine There was history great at lens And the thirteenth wall between A cousin of a country

For new ways to rule the land In a place called America We steeped our own solid red hand A review for the sons of man

Ensuing Winter

A nation born Higher than time Three peers for an omen And dusting off the individual It is a scientific sign That air war is a worry And the Gospel is good at speaking Listen to life itself And this spiral is yours But I do know a song of Winter When yours is to marry The special view- A place of the sonic And this millholder of one a million A prize this year that isn’t peace But rather a fortune for the dollar Kin and country- We’re never so immune to piracy And the one mule in the world Was afraid of backgammon And Taylor made history

Medicine Hat

Iconic lore to here and there both Prayers for Mother Nature Wisdom through the window A barren stream for two years- A plan to be To seek the fish we need And a lake became And it is well Four years to the ocean later Summons in phen and oak Fir beaver dawn return To the dear fortune in tide Numismatic time- And a place for good Scenes of rain and snow- To bank and loan A pile of abandonment Scintillation tear Fears for the wild And fortune vibe hold Sixty ways upon an eel And a forest and a plain The gestations of wonder Generations assemble The inland weir Pasted drafts land drifts of land and snow Thirty years in paint to the General mural Assumptions past to know and name Six years to the century And foreign good Grandmothers in speedy watch May of water and Major Force The gambit of lint by the garden Pressure on the rocks A footpath to remain The Manger’s way to heights And thoroughfare of wisdom Proper shores to influx by hand A beautiful man has hair And time for family United war- Against the Afghans Who know and fly On the docket for 41 And Summer ground Time’s repeal A no fly city And better days this big To fortune Adam for the week And I know you As a forest- of Hope

North

I can’t understand Why Wisdom blue And Earth’s time Upon and edge The stellar plane Appears and whistles For conduct court But you a day In this great white ambulance Out of my way With flowers in hand For the USA Its day of forgiving From way up North In Heaven games C++ and lonely dreams To bless the ones Who dial as such And maybe two Accept this missile For the mausoleum Of freeborn men

In Sparrow’s view A gentle castle Protecting cats And difference made The early Brit Who headed West And one aseated Upon the desk

We come across an urgent land But five is plenty In fires of Rome And we sign peace Unto the moon But on this Earth We march within- And not against- As men in Rome Who hold the cares Of sovereign Man- And rain, and due course- And figures of eight And God blessed Trudeau In subsequent tales For peace within respect And not some reason- Unseen

We pray for peace Within toward The President on time To rectify this fear Who runs astray- Generally not far But placing days On heads of steel Fortune plaid In sixty seek

We’ll run this test And talk to Rome About within That Heaven’s departure For dolphins hear This express tune And know the weary Live at one

Hot in Here

A throng of the insured At SCO and the sea Wayfore what was, A blond and a kitten All-night black Laying a wreath in Heaven Surely a raincoat- Interior two

Bits of Zelenskyy Faring well in Mercedes June A trust I can remember With a satchel of bees And Mike’s smile

Days of the unknown Like this one And growing old Demeter famed democracy And a cosmo to the commons This is the night Of paltry blue And less democracy In which to play dead

A few bits of history For all in character Thrust to the sky Another Jewish missile Against that beautiful flag- David’s own But first set random It is beautiful tonight

Feeling a fender Low tarmac to the rescue Dolores had a few To tease the amour

In prison age- Fairfield to the wreck I am Zelenskyy And I made myself a man

In Turkey- chance’s cousin The fear ends Voulez-Vous A Madagascar lawn To spell the end of Ron This day I make it- To Balmoral And I appear With a Nobel Kid Icarus To the day

Portending the crumbs Of World Effect, Come near We are traffic And in motion And noticed- stops of three To this growl of Putin Raking Krasnodar Laundered time To the foothills Of non-communiquee I’ll sit with you- At home

These are the dying days within And what suits the other guy And a raincoat in blue What is Saladin Okomoro

Putin’s near harvest Sets a trap For Donald Trump Just give us the reindeer, Cries mother russia Despondence To a teen

Forthcoming to Frontenac The Bible deserves a poem The victims of freemasonry Live mostly- in Ukraine

Will you go here To the table Reading Saint John Ever watered By The Baptist but a Catholic And a Coptic- Ancient now

Muslim army Facing forward From away-near And standing down The apprehensions- of a Mormon And a few words For God in Heaven Re-destiny our faults And lay naked blame To justice war

Sounding down With peace in Essex No open notepad Err in time The East German Front Silly MAGA Rod’s reunion Now in close

Thinking of citizens And coming Monday To all bliss With a radio Forever dawn

Locusts and wired bread With porchance Get it done End this game

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Aqua

My shadow prince And the Sun that glares Peacing out passcodes And bits of redemption I was earning And bought a still one It seems to be the life Born like a vacuum tube But the studio show- Found Apple A weight not unto me Heights to the bottom few And lsprint to be my day I am not the one from the quorum Or Earth’s capital In Rainbow Heights For the madman And emptiness here These files Are two by two Blessing rain And giving keys To the regret of Winter For Fortress Louisbourg And an Earth Hour battery It seems to be my time Only first- in Quispam