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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

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

Fabled Entry

An episode of the palace Where the sky took up rain For Cooks and a dream The cougar that waits To cross by the stream Was an early river Taking chance

We in Ontario Take timing breaks to exist And enjoy open play For Hammond At the cenotaph Laurie at the gate Solemn news, Was war And I printed last Summer For a wear of resistance Typing rain And hearing doughnuts The simplest mood But afraid of existence- For its afterwards Laying on a table Being fed As time goes up

And so by dawn I work carefully But to know an amend I like peace And am on the phone

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Xylophone

David sat here By the rooftop, looking South A prayer for the first responders They were German and feeling well Six pairs of lungs today A solemn bit of Earth being turned A thousand trillion Euros for keep Kids on notice- There was a war and an accident Three years for better days A stink for redemption But the peers in line- We’re not our best We invest in freedom And finding our renew The Earth’s project And just at last An attempted standing Will see the coup And bear on our Sun In perfect hiding For his law- The one of the land And only day In his life To recover- Unarmed And likely injured For poetic frost

Cobweb

And certain after Going on- In peace and knowing strength Veribio to the weary And this night will Find its time to know me Last but unafraid Indefinite stay At the bricks and mortar assembly I heard a motor At the crack of dawn It was early me And staying single For French Adam Who said my name

And seeming Seattle A walkabout to remember Places of high and whereabouts To seize the day

Only him and afar Lines of corduroy and good humour We had laughter to make it whole And the reason it worked- A good resume

Little years, Like the country I live in We’re solid platinum To the beaks of flight In this mutiny We recovered Rome And for a thousand Made it flight

A place for Downey And pleasant rain The mistress of good government And forever home

To never miss Winter I was born in the Dominican Republic And sat jubilant When the Queen erupted I know my name And it is hereafter I learn in vision And know my way

For contextual fever, I’m glad I was created And chosen Queen For fairy tales- And years of daylight Looking after The speed of flight

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We are the three happy years And we come with April May Who claims to know Saint John A world away from England Every blessed evening We change the drinking water And have a surefelt destiny To undesert and witness While shaking frozen hands To cheers for re-reunion And we welcome you aboard.

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