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The End of Communism

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So now that you know That freedom is funny I walk to the early place I stay and I breathe I am touch and I’m free I’m Stalin and burning in Rome

So acid away The victims of voodoo And wash to the early grave

Six summon amounts And the spoke of accounts With warships and vipering win

Abyssing of Warren And violin fear It’s recess and Norway the ear

(“Erin Shore”)

The Third Recourse

At Pratt & Whitney Men were adjusted And for believing no-one But friends of the wing And six times as cute As a newborn kitten Were the Swedes- Who blessed Hall- And the moon wept for freedom

Too many bad days, But in The Register, We won, And rejoiced for the Narrows

And rejected the reign- of islam it was hell- And we were born unto Christ- And protected the vulnerable…

of Malmö

A pestilence of war Into the drains men went and wept It was cold in the dark; And all this ice was clear A fix of the longhouse of water And on this side of worry I sat up livid and said- There is nothing jong un wants- But death

So to Expressen if I am lying about what is right To the bigger men of Peter, This day repeats For all that ABBA saw- Even in the foreground Where love made offers To Incheon and The Havana ship

No more nukes and Auld Lang Syne We prepare for war and lose repose to revenge So that the Ark of our understanding And less war Are ours in that way

kim is dead

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

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

Unthreaten

In Donegal I was frozen by the way I worded Frost on Remembrance Day You’ll be alright There is nothing between friends that can explain the pain of Rod Thinking of Chance Harbour way across Alan We drifted to Digby And scotched while rehearsing It was Wednesday for our hens And we were the Savage grandparents In one tiny flower Alison supposed a Harbour With a huge Mount Everest Garden Two years by twilight And clothes on our rocking chair I was healed by The Eucharist On New Year’s Day And all the way up the stairs were early Valentine hearts There was nothing between friends But a chance to play with our boardgame Brrr but ..oh it was cold .. Grand Dulse was full of matcha In a bowl of hot matches And bees who saw wax being born I was healed by Thanksgiving And saw pale blue houses Across to Tokyo And things in a Honda for the first night I was born I was expecting a night with Darrell- To confide about the way I was born And the watch I gave to Salim Was interested in my redemption Nothing happened at midnight But two little socks for my friend- The good one who stole nothing- And survived a canoe tipping to Holland It was an income for 39 years of three dollars an hour but less The car took my fuel for granted Bicycles were not to be stolen And I lost the news to McLaren, Chalk dust on my table- So that Target would be rid of scented products-

Berries from Scotland made the way to my basket- In Rockwood but less than here- My best friend is Phil Who I prayed would stay strong And time collapsed to the rocket- It was 2003, and OpenCL was starting to expose the gene that I had Which was a vaccine variant Nothing but pine – on Everest Zay Prayed against the diesel And tiny water, at Easter Was my home

Forever-

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Jeffery

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

For every drop of water-🧡💛💚🩵

Greenland

Of all the water I knew Up to lightspeed from Rome And all the Earth filled with rain To seep below to the falls of a day To snow and rise over rocks of a Dane To be pressed into fine-grained words And rocky heaven under millibars of gold Where we sought a trail to view

And the bright forest of the Banana’s stars In its coast a wayward ship And duels of lime in the fulsome fabric Of payment in peace to Grenadier

I lost my kin to the deep bright ocean -For their love was fitted to part So I dove for cetaceans And avoided war And Canada was blessed to be there

—Time

Pete is Efficient (South Bend)

And fending harbor And well as you may become To the rose course of Maine In the air at war To hope for rain And because at land There is safety in Rome And the palace opens For pasture And all the tidings Of all the idling Were supposed bonnet Of Mercy now A thousand husband On Tuesday Where Thanksgiving effaces All war In providence for surveillance Because we weep For American dream But seeing the sky In biggest romance Was the pay of course For Sussex Bend Whose attire spotted one ship Whose lacrymal was asound And Pete was here in honest guard NATO cared Not for him His cry was mercy And never abandoned ship So graves were none Upon his watch And way up to heaven

He went

But early ransom Across every table Wasn’t Pete But Truman And Earthmanship to behold For Pete and his love The truth is his own prayer For all who seek The hollow pale Abandon to Pete Your wanton regard His aching promise Is the shadow of the sea Is yours And his Vote free

Friday Ukraine

Bring early your best of the Earth And without Summon, Our partner is Greenland According to the NSA It is time to reveal Why putin is alone in a bog Digging for treasure Like Diffie-Hellman and its day For not knowing to wear The best approval of the Sun You are held, Ukraine, By the Arms of The Virgin Mary And are not forgotten Ever- Ever!

Amen

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By The Racetrack

Was four courses of Colombian gem In supposed of a Commodore- An Angel of God Who stuffed trinkets and maps and bits of Wormwood For your Defence against Iran And Christians unite- Behind Rome and Tarsus For the lessening of pain in an instant There were two small shawls of paint Dressed unto the dispose of small towels And prayers of being This is putin’s hangover A testament of the village That was burned for Roscosmos

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Disorder For The Enemy

Times twelve You were East German and loved the lottery And loved paining women and how they were aware Somedays are sworn to geese Others to traffic And Saturday’s dawn In the centre of convenience Was a Kilimanjaro Not for sale But expected as a present For putin Who taled of Peter And his underdeservance of A great land- of the wild That surrenders mecca To the Swedish As for daily mail to the wicked To the Russians who aren’t at home Have no class of thought Why putin is dead