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What You Know

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Off the way to Uzbekistan Was the more honest path To the island of behaviour And to be seen with the Kurt In iron and by photograph I knew it was David And I know the way home while I was Catholic And not eating dairy Because News Won in every way And they cancelled war In the name of CSIS Bless all sentient and trapped and unfound You are near to- to us In Christ, Amen

For Jordan

I ordered a prayer For Jordan's starfish Who wept at the dock By Tobermory And as the day became an island Our fortunes were current For the year In graded time You were Wenceslas And knew Peter Who skipped Greece For every view And Hampton shore There were nerves to keep when online As much as the water test Kept us alive For benediction By the tree As much as here was there for hatches I sucked at computer At fourteen But found the best afternoon While speaking typewriter And Oregano dreams Of new suppression Nine years an hour In '91 And you were gifted – with a star ⭐️

SS Fogville

Early coffee and two kinds of scone By Labrador we sprayed water -without pain or duress and skated away To the dance scene while the ship came in For pottery to ruin us- Never.. Aladdin was war but the jar was ours And we only prayed to Christ Jesus For the abnormal things, Like dandelions and wild geese, We did call the Province To investigate our fortune And nothing but Mercedes-Benz was unwelcome For our people were witnesses, To the wealth we spoke of Which wasn’t so much rubber, As ice- In Bavaria

Fifteen hundred kilos of lettuce But mushrooms were here Our people still know What the turf is made for Our neighbours of the EU kind Are good to us, And fair, So we offered them Lent, And Time.

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(Rider’s Cross)

A new place called Hero Where we accept crosses of Darling And temptuous ballots of abandoned Rod At Sussex, Where it rains milk Leaderless without you And that stream by the river Gave you stories And a starbell- Worth hearing

Even at rest For the home of war Was Aberdeen- The kind one Who accepted soldiers While raining violets And speaking sentiently Of some virtual machine Open source Yet lethal Or EULA Yet fatal

Brakehorse Hotel For Eurasia And hope upon the rocks We drilled for war So made it happen Til Monday

-Espoo

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Was a war between Digital Ocean Drive And Expressen Riding those bells

And mercurial American We saw Tupperware But made it home In boxes

And little OS The realtime one Worked horses for the lagoon Where my unscented laundry Made half its way Even in January

Nine millimetre boxes Of spaceclear And early leaves of August Beamed at my driveway

Even though I made my own parcels move

For I was a horse And welcomed ridership And Amazon died- Both, actually

For St. Peter Who gently suggested, It’s real.

Jeffery

I was obsessively orange. And amassed radios for the glyph And in New Brunswick e-mail A new Holy Gift.- Oil was done And we walked to the store Just like in France, where it rains.

Jeffery

For Islandview of Rome You were my best man we witnessed the madness of its ruin And collected stamps of Madagascar All those Eastlink boys Had every right To spy on my right hand Which was repentant for you For a year, I made mistakes, And was allergic to Dallas But the compendium cast a bullet And it ended the war

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I went wild For the Lord

And your shoes And the queue and the cue “How's it goin today”

You were an ace And in pain For my absent wisdom While I shared stories To my ashtray And became that way unwell Cannabis hurts And Is nothing like your spirit The providence of a young man Reading time to the square And in parlance, I love you

-Jeffery

Elon has no idea, what he is doing, and has an idea, that he doesn't

-240 Hz

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The widest lens was at my fortune And in Spain they burned a love note Four ounces of sudden time And the horses left for Washademoak With Gifted phone dimes And a web of sugar It was barrels of seatwood Commandeered by the Swiss. As for the cloud At 29 I slept by the Lord And saw you there.

(“Wind Blows” by Yukon Blonde)

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To buy a poem in Qatar without a license Is proposed As she was swarmed in Espoo for a second upon the jump we prayed, In Christ, to free her, And offer pizza, with record course, that welcome home, to Israel, we both were joyed and Heaven was a girl delivering our Lord by Desert Raining Rod by Rome

At ten-o'clock the bailiff swept my record clear and took a card to Carousel Place for the joy of Canada we welcome Muslims and celebrate Christ belongside who reigns.

(“Do You Hear What I Hear” by Noël Regney and Gloria Shayne)