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Raise The Sun

I am capital worth and growing Six times the debt of a Moroccan day An effortless one Dedication in life Strange minds are collectively dean of courage Ossler on the slopes And evening sound of vestigial eyes Fortunes for tar Impromptu battles for the dream In any year, I am you The apostles will carry your burdens of day Over the reaches of any sum The pestilence is no longer We are the past And we are the telephone Now is worth the wait Hello.

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Plus and a Half

For distant seeking of all of these seeds These peptides, these rulers, The Sun We are expected to be the smallest And half paid But the vertigo of one person Is anathema

For minutes to soak up the Sun, I am minutes to one person, and one half, and one Sun

Ecstasy in view And the blinds we paid for I am hand-picked, and laying, best for later

To be images of the Sun, and languishing, To be early-led, and the landscape, I use imminent draw And feel poorly when in power, And I am no-one, but the Sun

Wander, Saunter Blue

In times of proportion A Maliseet friend And irving makes no apologies To the detriment of time Screaming No mercy I had the time of a Canadian Truly Apostolic Unfair to my Yukon ways Unto four men in an apartment All were certain for existence Making presents by limelight Scraping just to get by

I am circled by a friend And have new relations with Santa On my bigger lay would recognize The assumptions of a roofer But there were days between promise And I mostly stole men’s pride For dancing reindeer-like On account of new Prime Minister Like the big one in the States But grand omen Queen and Country There was certainess to this being Mostly seeing hearts in pair While relying on Good Europe

But enough of the ale There are men who die for Winter As chefs, and trumpeters, and clowns A fortune in Jamaica — not here The right hand of a sauntering man Likes to see what goes Into the coin return and the palace it built No luckier than me

And boots and bonnets clear In time for secretary’s win I print by day and use the stars For winningness and beauty

But farewell to Europe War In months a man is beheaded To the Kings and Queens, A royal regard, That not all days are hell

Once a powerful earthquake In the logic of Aberdeen Waiting days and nights, but no more The hell to pay is prediction Absolute a money win And Jenga’s Craig This ruthless ally knows

In City and by the papers A polite and wicked people Who give no sonnet of opinion Of Royals and the Other Thinking Spare A man who prays And causes Heaven Bits of consular, And knighthood, And respite .. And Respect

Off with days of indignity To the fully qualified Sir Keir I blip til days are better still In respect and seeing blue- The time of year In Others’ Winter And landing like life, Like new

In the days of elder firm belief There are heroes like the Lithuanian- The One who fell Six hundred floors While praying Search In Christ For the missing in light And props for mere prayers A Queen to rescue mayhem But six across is in the net, I’m dreaming and I know

Love for London,

Jeff

How I Won The Russian Election

Champagne and dirty roses A course of wallops to renew Lairs of fire and lockup A new constitution Grey and green and great Where whales dare to go We had one party And one prison The desperate to decide Derail nothing but their own And in prejudice I carry a knife Thinking this is holy But due to what- An ambulance for Navalny Throes of temptation to let him be And officers greeted me there I had a wish To be great in America too And decided better days Were red, white, and blue

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A list of tax evasion schemes accessible only to the rich

(re: Carol Rumens)

Fair and poor to this body become I am careful in the light To the head of knowledge we are a summons Of every year might explode In affairs to freedom I cast a chill Resembling the people I smudge Getaway for good, to the aggrieved and the vain Falling mercury by misery I am on top of the world Let us be a mountain for the better of days Sayonara to close calls and better words for night Op-close to live re-friendly and the stars are onside Friendly rouse for the swale Six-second words and a timely heal We are pennies for the French Open government is today and I’m buying the book Six hundred and thirty two grams monthly to my eldest great For support to endear this topic of redemption, mercury are my clothes and a two-choice conundrum Executive order at war See you shining my shoes I have become.

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A Benediction in Christ

Sound out the early years Be humbled by God This is His Grand Season Fear not any judge, but in hand keep session- The care of others truly Be supplicants of joy Raise tidings to Heaven Reap the later harvest- And sow in yearly time At attire, be in grace These are tenets of the EU- Your days and the world Rolling up maps of your neighbour- Let him in.

The kindness and longsuffering of Women- In war and peace, recognize and relieve.

Peace to all animals, shepherds, and life in the seas.

Forgive others- And be just in your decisions Lend Heaven to all.

Pray against war, and serve victims as if royalty. Be well and steadfast, humble, and true,

We pray in Christ Jesus,

Amen

Will You Friend Ukraine?

Of Occident and open Lyne Days of prayers for you and her The copper jets and superclass Believe, befriend, and escalate- With you to port for better class And days to conscience claim There is a war for evidence To repair the spotlight rule Third set of stairs to win these laws A man at work is weeping In olive branch so far from here We will grow old in tandem And best remark from life proclaim The omen of this small nation- A ransom hut in North Korea For watch, for digital frame To dine alone on better days Earth is every scream- To the news to remit a life’s great past Fortune will forget In Texas state there was more war Against the right to be owned In fair perchance here is more at play But mired in the distance We want more from the past And as such we are smitten With the dew of our Holiest grass By more for a friend, Then surrendering thus- We walk here and notice this then More for our people Is not sacrifice But from putin + his wild west partner Six to the journey And thus no more deal We are victims of murder this year

The “wild west partner” is irving.

—Jeffery

Zelenskyy (pt. 2)

Son of Easter, It is ringing to you A frozen island blessing your grip Of course there were dozens, But this name is yours- And has been, In Jesus Christ And you are competent and ablaze For the fortieth dimension Which is one man an hour, taking the pride of entirety And building Senates and courthouses, and appointments.. I am aground, And look to see you again Where cut off from my cue, The turnstile of war There are blessings- That are rivers But they pale in time With water so precious, A piece of the pie The Dnipro is yours, in weary amounts.

For other people, in Christ, Unabandoning war- There are moments of affliction that cannot be known And in this war, of the interlocutors, One more intruant Cares not for Ukraine The man of maga- satan’s power And nine in the heart With metals and bones Thinking of putin Treachering you I know this reach to Greenland It studies my wellness In two states of flow, Your water and ice To baptize and heal In Christ, [Amen] To Ukraine!

Intense

For Volodymyr In the sideways September that blocked And killed more of your world, the breath of the innocent Scotland Yard to the premises We are fond of peace and intelligence And give no love to the sabre Our shore is yours Saving souls is the difference That America sees between- Heaven and Russia And can’t tell the difference Least we afford God’s most advanced state of peace In Ukraine knowing freedom And a bitter EU- At least for the good Of the longest river and time Best achieving, It will get there And you would, In faith And Fallowfield To get rest and unwearied On the work of Christ to be done In your faith of this calibre Summons for ru They take plenty And India your guide Flower days ahead Better corners And rest for within- Your borders And treetops And a thirst for your land, To Ukraine, in Friendship Amen

Over Vancouver Island

A song and a vast stream The fortunes of Indigenous Who lent the world a gift In places of hero time For fortune’s win On cold nights like this Pieces of wood and breadcard Less of ocean and still Healing the proper hour By rhythms of 4DN I am a sailor by night And florist’s heart In places standing This is the zero fight And Elizabeth May won No embers or places of confession The altered lighthouse has its meaning In the promise of most confusion The Bible staged a proportion Of Arctic due and resin To see all the shares Of a citizen’s despondence Mailing poverty above the witness For each turbo under hood This is the water And this is time Together meaning The new in arts And best of times Canada risen To the sky

In seeding colour By the rays of David Hearing honest ratios To middle days and heights Iconic few For Labrador the East To North and South of us by London Better infractions by clutch of mew Obsessing purple and light In bliss of Calgary Better days are here and now The gentry march- On