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Zion

I was one hundred And a Victory for the War We summoned ecstasy and fire- to motion hearts into the sea Fortune told us to forget That the Justice was a tiger And little Iscariot over Winter While the substancy at best Four and eight the road was split For the days to second Peter And I was what I want A summoned well Full of quickly draining water No more options for the matter But our grand opening of the butterfly And lines and voltages and power I miss you- My Reverend Father And in the last day to treat you well Was a percolating hammer Three strikes to the victor of great Wisdom And an environment for our wish So said the lectern and we mean it With a fire in our shell And gotchas like the moving sun And etre raisons for the right We were left and we were home In this ecstasy of what was just When things grew, the sight of hand For our trawler reaping need No stand at our Trafalgar Bits of misery in the side And to our name- Our home and story Our shawl and country For the forces that were before We accept a newer theory That a bone shard was CIA And to the Moon for Justice Eastern Jesus trialed by petty war And the Earth and at its end Drilling water for eight of bliss Unadmired by the bear Without a road or Rome or deepened sky And there was justice in the news Days of naught and left to split This hanging fruit will bit the sky And in my hand I carried spirit With roughened meaning to the press For what had been here- I like Saint Matthew- Enner sonic as transposed Frolicking and some things bitter And they called us the Reverend Sky And it was keep We were lucky Dawn and kin Someone’s cool was my own hand And Judas was here Strings of fire on molten salt What was rumour had become the truth Christ the Lord and stolen verse To get us by And we were blessed- The Chosen People- Of God’s born Son Getting by.

Tonight is Holy

A tower and Victory Song This night will see the day And limerence With Justice and upheaval The lights of sacred Moon In that we know antenna Our swathe of keeping land Marshals will protect This day forever dawn And the lone star Rally to Jupiter offer In time this bet- A chasm to return We reach the space elect The sky is our day Raking fjord by altar And Ojibwe knew We keep the peace for trial And seldom rain The war is over And this is our Holy Land For operations’ hour In time, We skirt this- And manning through A piety- we’ll wear It’s prophecy day And our parents’ dawn Be back for five The Victory is us.

Aboard,

As you are Mining the features of Carrickfergus The Watt and kettle of our often company Six of cords of prophecy Admittance for the wander Opprobrium as the literal And making time when A place for J and I With full resolve to hedges Speaking as dowry And finding the day uncommon A splurge of Apple And reticent for time Three fees in motion And finding out when Blue in bed And beswattled To another calendar year Happy Easter

London Problem

Turning East Weight down Wonder gardening There was vile rot in Tobermory As much to be Sitting casually by the airport And a classic goodbye- to June A fateful wonder For that sighting- of the oaks in Quispamsis We forfeited gold And relied on the sympathy of strangers- to hear our problem then- with our own voices We maxed out on control This curious wonder of our own To deeply offend- the World and its Hague Deeply in time While the news was info A call for the issue- an edict by Walter To send us one in the back And striking rude- this Woman of rapport To give us rank We there had sympathy- but no code And by the street there was God And sympathy, by respect, healed neon And parlours Six to pretend A pittance for Matthew Who would only extend the ride And shingle for the Holy See A while in blue And mostly waiting for war And in June, I recollect, Charles will invade Canada proper And see to our day That the mission is mine One of the dove And an office in Hampton While Baker Street Water- An effigy in remain Will see me here Raging at Sydney And the other leek- that I harvested on Monday To be brave and farewell To this country of you Where we eat ice cream And smell words- of the hanging ‘u’ For history overblown And the books that we read In Invega Park And I was the solemn idiot Joking by Rome Where they care about the Cross And our World unrepentant And even the Queen knows About our Lord And how we got here And on forgiveness To our core In Quispamsis Like no other.

Ever joy this increase And occupy The morning in full And Sussex prepare A known poem For the course elect To double stand- a night like that Calling a blue whale In prayer for the forest And nights that tribe In sympathy best For here this friend And one with you Ever turning the sky To Artemis

Time To Fly

As their own, they seem happy And healthy The wisdom lot and wonder At a time in May, the Very June of that month Perplexes no office here And thou aboard Pieces that were, Of hay, and talc, lattices Fortune for the air But this Republic, seen by the hatch Is honest gold And the payout near Thrust, then- for Victory in the account This simple ride To there and nectar Grapes and vine be sure Echoing the deep set To surely mount And get set to know That Victory as we were And that work- to levitate Energetic And the wheel of intend To curious and below To hand be glad Our sport is here Sun love And decadent time Past our play To darkest there Above and ahead Victory we are And settles the point To sleds And night maple Surely kit- As this small night In fields.

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At one end of this And perfect often A subway To peace in the reactor Special sphere And weary the few Of all this happen And in these trees A special Woman And to be specific For the world In empty amounts- even real Before the air- came through And overgrown In Aftonbladet Syncing fire For thy elect In enemy offer Just as much Saving asking Belittled And such affair In one day forward To seek a match This insurance And subway afforded Seeking something Such as nine days With every hear To go unto Bits of radar And aching men For this elect And going home And miles forward Raking all- to see this madden For you In rising free.

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To total And insofar make My perfect rest For riddles of there Symphony one Of miscalculation A mishap Upon our give And setting first To redeem this property Giving image To the Cook But special property In tanks of fallow This perfect treaty On accord And just then At sub-zero No more war In perfect ten.

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To see the arkness Before the dawn Invading before supper And losses in between This third of the month Into great river At the peak of restoration And journeying in red And not exactly- when we meet But in Third Lake And river conscious Bits of pewter Things of Mass, third To change the high And to master our charge Sodium few And victory of the month Paying brine At Solomon.

Rome Isn’t Done

Afraid to know how might it last The fear accord to long And getting past- and often me A simple address aknown Faber shores- shores and distant pass The like of me at dawn And there was a river- to curfew this man Twenty thousand houses And a difficult yew For what is spent To fever my unstress To straddle waves And Victory home Amends, let us meet and make To the simple flower and truth- it lasts And the Sun in me to write Standing hill, against the source A fissure of these walls To St. Consume- who debts Cathedra And known to keep a way These signs for places- and in command If mercy were to canon And simple respect in effigy To Scotland and The Hague With Princes’ respect- And best re-do Communion is in, to carry And laying tone for forest days The high skill of the Sun For previous Orient- of the knockings A set of lungs and deep The while at run- for each review And stunning races sturdy A prose to pair, in such amount Digressing shirt but wicked To quote and watch This poor unpay And lodges firm unbled A graving train to stop Each year as one The fate of Words and fair To many leanings- A force for view To night unchange but see Of great Cross and one above The Heavens to another And Victory Rome A peace accord Of many wonders, years, rations To God the Father In simple time came But sudden Words in Christ To fortress bet And sitting odds And simple- Love one another And time invent The lights of captive speed- Alone, repair, also swap- and Heather be- to capeless Win and for In betterance here- the luck of mine- is poor amiss In Christ, will marry forth And in this make To Heaven as per steem In waiting number To close the hill For furied gate, go further And distance from, my high regret And better but for form To speak of God Be acquainted all A force to see the caption For cause and cure The consequence- of word- Words are under feet- Amaiming time- to chosen few A place and thought, and knew.