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One November Woman

In Orion’s consternation, A violet attendance Brilliant affection for the moon And for her Jumping the sky Highly bound And especially keeping Moses for his heart Being barren I was missing from the sky The Woman knew And stars surrounded her, By ten And by fifteen At layers of rest, we were found in the desert For a few special ways To remember the monument; The pyramid And its water To remain

In Lorne And specious wonder There were errands to be found And remembering that night An appeal, for a dream

And in sullen, Christian wonder Was a cross For all Egypt And expanding Eritrea Found the layman- to be good Expressing his homeness For a rapture In the sky

Fortune favouring water But not much perchance To this wisdom It is one woman- with a jug That is wonder- of the World

This Taunted Earth

For every eleven A tall seeking series Forego the sea And this planet sky To Roskilde and proper Dare peace And go by the Window We have a word With gold and great By silver spore A fittance for the lot With highest purple To seize our Earth And Summer bright To make stands blue For reading measure A space For mew

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Children of The USA

A bliss to the United States In Holy reset of the universe In clarity we know and make this stand That God is our home Being there in the way To see the Woman, Liberty A notice plan built Spare courage in the nine A Dove took our day To be here and afar Timeless noon and this night There is courage in the morning A special day To fit our path Redeeming spirit Impressed forever And a way with this Flower Betrothed to each petal We are forever In nature’s hand

Kerri & Jenna

For Keeps Anointed to the Britain Moon Love me and be you We accomplished our everything And one night, A fire of Heaven Took us to the dusty sky For riddles and hair- And colours and rhymes Our keep on this island Play date for an evening We were the main event And lovers knew In a way we landed When nature was cold No blessing but God Who saw us here And reminded our Him That ancestors prayed To be like us Warranted lines- Of current and wisdom We saw the future And noted our past Promise of the underkeep To be Wallace’s day And in all things Holy The serious men Came to our appreciation Of Indigenous thought Tiny women Holding hands And making time Forever

There Will Be Springtime in Quispam

A decoration for the reverse Marjoram A symphony of musing- and an echo away Harsh is the Sun, But not on this economy But in Golden Depths, A plum was unkept Thrilling of Thailand- And a thesaurus for keeps I was the Wintering Wind- and they found me To the naturest had Bells of Tin Heaven Leaching the snow from the soil And deep, down South, the Best to be replayed We won for the sugar we planted And in this lonely Plus, an honest word about being Hayward, The Constitution in Hampton- is a win For layers of grape And firm government citrus, Québec had a way to unfold As Sussex to the wall- could be seen in Vancouver The lonely city in between was upheld Two years of after, and one of before, The crocus delights- the rod barren And a rightsome part rain, on our Sympathy Street The highs and the lows- of Quispam

In London

You and I are Soldiers of Success Heavy weapon play For the darkening Sun I am abound To the drifting of our plan But pending Winter We’ll cast the snow away Pitches to London Are always for the Majors In this corral Is our therapy den More than that- We actually do agree And what is final is our trip to Scotland Yard We are in London And we are standing on the Moon The brightest day on our Ukrainian Lander A pitch to the King- If the four of us work hard It is the year Of the sharing of time In suffering, our voices are sufficient The speed of light Is our basic defence We’re on the Euro, And it’s backed up by science While playing chess And a magic crystal ball Whatever outcome, We are playing for keeps Our Christian homeland No the devil does not care And speaking of you, The madman of religion You have a place, in the scandalest book I ride this horse And I am Man of a Thousand Years in pain, But not without my friends We’re swimming high, on the dark side of the Moon Plentiful seas, And our Steadfast Euro mates In Summer time, we’ll develop the photos Secret new meme Laying plans on the table For forty years- It’s a mission success.

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—For Volodymyr Oleksandrovych Zelenskyy 🍾

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Thoroughfare In Peace

We sat with a dream And fully espoused the dawn I was alert to the day Rousing our own redeemed heart There were causes for the poor And a democratic wish To play our own In its part, we whistled and we knew A song of a story Of Christ’s redeeming of

So we were over words And knew our faith had won In twenty short reviews The dialectic had won at last And it is written in the streets No fortune but Christ, Of our Father in Heaven, Saw us born unto Him For every flower of honest revoke We sat up as Christians

And in God’s church, We remember tiny this: Jesus is Lord; Christ the King Forgiveness for all And saints waiting yonder

We are ahold of our dream, And all its parts It is therefore possible to know, Just as there the powerful, We won salvation At an early stage, Which is now

Glory to God in The Highest And peace to His People In Christ, Amen

—For Jin Mingri

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