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Mind over fences And to you, Rough Water Rials and risks And Infirm Island The Kennedy at pay Distance war unprepared and unkempt License for closure Citizens chill Clouds of esteem and Europa Empathy and N-Marks Quartered for the war Likeness of esteem Brave for the call In Romania, they win Times shining until- We descend upon one Woman The Victory of a star And Stonehenge of night The real velocity of time An Groot and more than that Hister forgot- and delivered in Maccabees We were shown what we had And were given a week For portions blame Intelligent and few This the unrandom And only at key We wondered but we were told- and then we weren’t The right hand has the answer And the left hand collects Supposing the Sun Had become of her sacred Tiled and at war Ebola knows when And all that Winter to sue Inviolable to you,- the Sun were to be Handing out masks And Tylenol And pain Grey clouds of fever To know when we can Am I a live virus With a window view Made a day able To round up and axis The mercy of it all,- we know a great fear To Justice mount,- and to see what we are seeking for Wednesdays are for scanning Until then an infirm And the most of an individual To pay rent and to hydrate Flee and return Insight to when Apostles of war and redemption This Peace our remembrance A holiday for the New Year The remark, and The Lord Opprobrium and file Making the great fallow That some places when- do end in Babel And others, the Night Trust Between every number And they in grade two,- the World was it all And taking a number And a witness And the way Between our dismemory That we filled on our way out A place like no other And a place- Nearly gone Every day for the wishes That were collected on time Three cars in my path And not a lightning of rule In seething to October While we jettisoned our less Bemeaning to fear Without either afflict And thanking hard Philosophy and cardstock The place to reveal We were here all along And intend to go back.

The Right Hand of Islamic Vladimir Putin

Shocks to the well Hanging men by restraint Files of eruption Four masses to the Iridian Sea And when I come across the desert Winking to Saladin And this curse of Abaddon We prosecute the very well And in might to mile We had heard of every war And chose to take part Of eternity And long-lasting everything Except nature and its hand The ghostless return of Earth May depart never in exceed And there were four horses And just as many to befriend But under Islamabad There were hearses and guests and the account To Armageddon running free Thoughts of the world to day and night To witness war forever While fighting for pie And in this distance A new navy of the vast Running through river waters And praying against the Android I found And the Urals never found- What other Islam might profess This day of the Christian martyr And the Second Coming of Christ To wean off the very church That satan would accuse For everfore the tiding And a sea of sanity the most Unto this world and its handmen To cross the waves of Jupiter And nine other horses of a thousand To the galaxy of a praying man In solace to Quispamsis And the very other of wilderness And many men running favour To the Justice mule that we adorn With agate and chrysanthemum To apostolic fits of Rome Speaking peace to every victim Wood and matter to every heart We pray for the Eastern lands Alfalfa for every bitter To the nights retaining the single Every process for the Lord Witnessing to the very river- of its keeping and meeting there Problems of the Southern state And a witness to the States in green Walking mile to carry our horse To the Canyon of heart and McGloin Pray therefore in mercy to know To witness what may be the err Syntax and trueness and very Qatar Who stopped the fires of Islam And unacquainted to the Sun Our neighbours might find in tide That Jupiter of the truss for foreign labour Our neighbours of right and mind Portmanteau to the rivers who meet That two Suns will rise in the North The swollen seas of ABBA became A weary for the righted whale And Jonas become- man of giving hand and adore In Christ we sound the war over And Islam lowered to the Gothenburg Sea Night and tide will find horses as they wept Decurrent to the low and alone Finding Christ on the very altar And Cuba won one at four To the navy, be blessed The very chances of laughter and joy Righting left and seeing Italy And this wonder is yours Rose to be blue of the land Decks of favour and April gain We sunk putin before the intro And then we had to beckon Time’s fever in November.

Water In The Distance

Far to winning floes The living have a dream And here this night we ran And saw stupor in its frame The chance of our affair To yesterday the whole of place in pond And distance from our rest In time forgive and known unto Place to be far and shore And occupant of still These duly soldiers walk in pain But willing on in peace and at this year We bless and blame the star of our accord Might and force to these seams we are at head Made to strife and current stop reune The place at night is war,- at staccato effect we earn and seasontide our press- who stand for shoals and making some unblame The showstop in her way as clock to distance on the march,- and to get wet this morning at the chill we know of Heaven And in our last benediction came ruin And vices then and for the distance Ruin and ruin of dengue with the specious drop of turns in blood And as it was November,- we stayed and wept at war and for the wretched Seeding home and curve to know our end of nights This year of us in mourning to our sons and crystal babes- denied as children in our grasp to light the dawn and let us rise The hearts unbeared to see This happenstance of then And when we walk to her, this spring of chance We’ll walk away the water until it burns,- and we will pass like many River making never and proud at touch of presence God in Heaven, refill this aquifer in Jesus Christ,- and let us borrow one more crutch- Waiting for the crops til Winter void and beings hush so far among your grace Favours for unto to let all things be relief and knowing pain together,- wonder war and good pursuit to sell us rain Thoughts of Heaven and before This God of Water aching to our being Tide to never rising But at once a soul as this- greatest storm from Holy strength And I object to Never as that flight at one that tried to burn us all- and rather Sun to our better day This tiny ditch, Apostles’ Creek And we’ll imbibe forever to the distance, hanging near And empty hands will falter Jettison this funeral, Distance May Our need for free esteem and to that well, our new obsession- One hundred percent and to our laws this tiny poem for best ahead- and neighbours feeling fine And all who dressed to Bethlehem We have spoken to the dark and sky of rain Our path will show the ruin for God to see And all our prayers renew- Our victim souls.

Mangrove

To the forest I saw the deep Afraid at Kingdom night These special hearts would glow Fifteen years and sparkle gem Afraid to know Time’s repeating right The missing in St. Pattern to call mine Dust in gravity And what a cube is for Water lively says Come in A hold for just a minute Time away from keeps in our bateau Somebody has seen us Our right and left to dip Hands sliding and our go To beautiful and best The years of now forever The current, every star Dip in remand and shaking,- With purpose, we hide our breath These trees across to line the East In musted deep We sobbed at wild grasses And nurtured within our best Days of in this wall and fitting gently Under the forest Fire as our light But at sleep and so due The timeless match, our Water And I met, anew A simple and organic- Fed to the original- Our guess Beknighting future This our way of war To us lay henge And putting back for Heaven The road and only Communion in our hand And facing West,- we know Philosophy is lost And we will fly Dates of year and one Christmas and alone But see the Earth and why Crescent cherished Moon Spike our glow and let us in Purchased all corrections And silent to God Made for giving This chapter of You, Father Giving us back our time- and water of life Made for shepherd-breathing Finding forever Christ in our path And way to make His room A mangrove flow- free and hope to all men And to yours.

A double-standard to fury Portuguese alone with smile Citizens in days of a million This kurt and social will And he’s the liar and not the last A praying Jin Wanted out And these two inner dance For policy a blip and first Can’t stand for peace- in that man’s car,- a feeling And the column line of her A misery in that A total cancer on anyone then,- Spaces of they are And all this pomp Shall Earth allow this stuff- to happen to them And again we’ll sign the lease Men will erupt to democracy And Holland sees a way The future for this ambulance And called a country- finding hell Judging at the rodeo And the moment one is other And in an instant, double-earthquake This evening is unwell Flags on hand to show support For sins regret to keep And coal alive to each his gen The mystery is not lost For days and that The line of web With tort of jaw And distance to the tow And make this loud There will be peace in Alberta And on the day of purpose to us all Sitting eyes to wonder Is it them or news and distant shore The policy of truth Captain Wise and whereabouts Silencing Rome at rite And to this pay of Texas Fortune replied to him That this and that is they And where it isn’t reune- We’ll fight for reality And justice to our year And nights renew For this fortune in our time Close to Darwin and resist The time of burden is our oar And lazy cover Then of day The truth in them to see Rapture us all, our King in Heaven And they have war with the Saudis So whereabout in war The shock of this whole country Watching photos to the door Of raiding space to visit They unto and sit with mercy Because of tort remain And the other and the two are same Burning by the altar Never then to be Men of true rapport To those at peace and willing Story, love, peace- is not them And saints to say so- who wonder at our goal- and where we are- in China.

Kim

A place of the known And two years- less the beautiful An Eastern lectern With one vision to the moat And one World One destination To sigh at the visit of dawn And hearing the news That Asia is in debt But surely not- the Kims Who maimed this country Without saying sorry Choosing you- In time, to children- And you will know They woke up at ten In Summer Pyongyang For mercury down And the sorely Chinese neighbour Institution of the damned A wall is waiting- in whose value net But making arrondisements Simple share for West Nova.

This army is new And spectacular to the current And was a site of the very success That hanged the CIA- for Dublin But as war’s promise The mystery of English And this French-Canadian Americanism Which extolled all virtue To put an end to this man- Kim nam Afference of God And destined to destiny To destroy the deceased Even rain- That made us richer- Is getting a new look In captive trash To resume beheading for the largemouth In China’s biggest clothes workshop Sending to Iron Bay And worth a second look The CIA-China empathy unclothed And psychic baloney for the paranormal Intelligent money For actions against democracy Again and again Especially on Election Day Elizabeth May knows And so does everyone in distress Who saw life design of different Before the TikTok scare Before Sinicization and the year But unbefore- And poor now Tiananmen Square.

For the secret way of making news Then ratcheting dawn One bullet to the face In the China of Beijing Ruining everything but reality In Xinjiang- Maybe a camera or two In spite of saying something And Xi is unafraid And refuses to smile Every day Except in the eighties When Pyongyang shuffled.

In third esteem, I watched for the return of wilderness A few short years And gone But war was not- I repeat- is not Worse than North Korea jail And in all of the foes Like the London caress And the harvesting of men- There are heroes And it is time To right the sore story Of making a deal For Kim Jong Un And privacy rights- for else.

Supercrastic, while I Braille at noon And am still terrified Of Lions and Tigers and China Where forces cannot And seemed can’t To let everyone vote As informed people prefer.

Kim is afraid And has land here Searing days behind a terror cloud Where Spain would not go- And in error as May The suffering of sufferings Pyongyang is only dawn But seems afraid of Canada And secretly knows the amount- A wreckage for the Times Who escaped what we are- Which is Canadian Where tragedy is for viewing To the maximum of spirit And mean men may go- As I have- To bonnet well And be rid of rhyme And the aftermath of distray While hunting Linux and the affair And working on a star Made of Apple [Computer] Who did not censor me Despite what could In such this time And I am not- from Prison Planet.

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I used to be the Soviet,- and I, Vladimir Putin,- chose to pull the trigger To make copy and remain I ran the lawless institute There were never rations to the poor Or us to them Entrusted, used We broke away from freedom And knee-jerks to her scar,- I stayed between the heavens And solvent tide My friend is my enemy For dissolutions and powerful associates,- we read the stunning news And guilted up early Without prose or play,- we were what we were looking for Isn’t it time to make a citizen’s arrest The double of inaction hated you And this in time- I was caught between the government and a hard lens Promises to power,- We had licentious Rome And fear of containment- within our system But I ran the country, first and last Tonight I am your home and budget Everything for war and parking men Absconded to Iran with fate I sit in a parked car,- and I can hear my mission’s debt Forty years of Ron assumption And I dissipated war Soviet salute The days of up and when are spies Victory in New York We’ll settle in rain.

Do you love me, Charlottetown? In utterance receipt The doors and paths November A Scion to the near And subtle hearts December For the weary in the World I am ceding darkness To clarity on my path And forded towns of wisdom To find the common whale And in her, Earth In high regard to tale And Scotsman blow intercept The praise into her path And we can swim The wild proportions would And in her part, the year And exiting to North And in that land, a silence Appraising dew And fifty moths of ward This electric conversation I fed the word and how you feel But other distance And to the best we keep, November Forest yew and red The socks anticipate her day And justice near For hell and rain And ten cords lumber- from the street and hill The worst was dying And tendered for the Ford Rightly reset to then And seeking Paris’ mouth An ease in curse If not for this and arrow’s land Behest they are And into promised depth A mercy hour And promise to the end That we are neither power nor war- But mercy and truth to pathways then A sin of war would do no good- but justice all To repeat solemn vision Spades of wine and ginger now The prophecy Jacinta’s In errancy a void And alcohol to all In promised ruin Of a hill called repentance To the places of esteem And cadding where The Austria in act And one reprise- of early to the day And shots in Rome Appealed to Heaven’s Earth In Pettigrew a stop To feeding Irving hand And war like this to tender As a victim has its rights And therefore whim- And war for threefore The silent end of freemasonry And mystery project That all the world is lucifer And pestle waiting For marjoram and cure The Justice will And will heal her rights For Blaine in court And no abandon queue The rightful judge- will quarantine the zero And a hint of war will suffer- Irving wrath and year But as to men decipher For the dying in the world And honest men advice Seek to them at ninety one And arks’ descend The bitter robe But there will be a witness- timeless giver of the sight For burden first To end the nuclear world In tiny winds to Eden Sun this way And range in court The ‘blitterance in case And iron mad It’s Ron who saw with her- The days ahead and known And holding up the rain For never more but void In seeking season The bittery gone November And life will be with chance A stocked up world And lightning sad And end forgivings A history at average And calling Seton The jets we saw In night escape them low A promised paradise For all who ven and while The awful truth of Dan In other stakes and counting Burn the hell to Irving And justice Rose To high Bombay And court of Ron To Lachlan here And nights unfit to enter This we won in pallor And debts to feel That railway to December Verdant press return This is ceaseless war intern And Rose will see the gold In silent hue and end For peace to Canada And Luther gone- but none in waiting The travesty of few For moral more and take And take what is left The error of the wood At Sunny Ways And making them More worry occupy To folds of greed intent The Sun is gift and say We pocket twerry then The peace at hand is Christ And courage you who know That nights beyond the seance Are Victory prepare And seething men- will know no art but times of sin In living memory to the courts And off to know We seek the able and the brief Anne Sydney be aware The shores of spin and ark resist Everyone will find you at this cost And one will marry Cloud The nights forlorn And seeking diamonds then A small regret In times about Oil is done- in solemn must And life will be as such Decurrent autarchy alone- is Irving Oil and its bare At high reune the lucifer of chains To that which grew in peaceful sin Forever friend to us, each fern And justice to that day We live in pain- to occupy as this and vale worry That life will be at her At Cross and forest rite And I alight, as Jeff- will speak to know if enemy prevail Will Winter straw And hem And fold And History, our gold.

Razorbell of The United

On Wednesday, it broke the war Lorries were few And in this time to be a hundred In Digdeguash was a strange happening There was afterthought for sure,- then came Republican hell And we were the last to be excited But that day exact,- and the President won Rights to reality And truth for A White Knight daily We had options and Austria- to make it forever This endless work for a country And the days were few and solemn In as sunny as redeem,- we waited as we walked And Hister for the nights- of Ochterlony Rays and lights to the terrace A different war and high society There was disbarren at right And one was a story for every soldier That witch who put my car on stilts And the dollar that slid to options I had the right to get out of here,- but there was no time And nothing, so said the butler And writing someone in the shield What was excessively boring,- for a friend And for the second reason,- I supposed we were sad and needed adjusting And out this door for time It was Union first,- and conversation with the city- which was pulsing rain at night Little bits of comfort- to buy, but that was a scramble This perfect time of year was our dowry And cheap men knew In Kananaskis was frailty The freedom of men to aspire But we were under attack- From the hands and their leaf A silent wisdom but a warning They were praying for the enemy, Which wasn’t you And in it the same Spikes and taps were treason And we would just avoid The second alarm at noon And I supposed nothing but to believe- That the radio was few And playing nothing but Zintar And choral music to soften- These days were The Sign, and I heard a big bang And it was oceanic And all that rain coming right by the equator And we had won the nuclear And we were combative But enemies were the suggestion- and not the story Everybody laughed at the system Which was right at first- but unsupposed We were wrongly suggested to- and kept markets from killing There was no giving Heaven- but to the stars And the radio that day- Was blight for UNIFOR And the undefined payments And their power And was Andrew And I was familiar with the communists How one company can be scary And we pressed pause in the lando And decided where we were buried And Christ had kept us alive,- til mid of June And at six in the afternoon We died because of disease And matters apparent,- to the unhigh And so goes the universe Created by God Winter of destiny Til death And reprimand And in my greatest assumption People had no plans Until they were spoken to And that was war And it made amends In this promised land.

Dedicated to Oprah Winfrey.

Heavenly Father

I am purchasing the dawn And no more rain Nor Earth in Water- as a substance to remain And I, the closing witness- as expression to our pain And belittle to existence I cried forever on this day And laid new tracks at enemy Grum For betrothed to anew I knew this copy wasn’t round Nor paranoid in filth But blessing every courage- and sound of the alarm- in every calf to behold We slipped upon our death For chrysalis and church,- But mercy called and our unfathom- crossed a billfold of every heart And why the sum of carry- ever North where water was And how about We just get off to Heaven where it was In dining maids of Windsor For this call to undo favour- but our part And in this query-people I’ll have amaranth and war To see the women so upset And torque to knowledge kept us new Upon our own new prism bow To forts and Union Jack to here benew And in the silence applause Our very spirits good To tame with verse Upon this space- and queried vine For Christ ahead- and very question to this rose That if I, the only one, did sleep- away the Winter that is unknown to receive- the precious star upon this Heaven- that I saw- where you were there And time repent that I was born To treasured land as where you were A many hands to just belie- our heads together many through Your light is here to join in they- our other brethren in esteem And we will walk away in light At Ventnor Crossing- and her stars The time remains until our distance- from the forest leg and curve And with these stars we will collapse Forever change- upon our knees.