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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

Klimat

And then there was Jane An honest Lebanese Had effects of war Due to the day He was elected And pretending the suffering was less than his return Returning responsibility- to the atom And a summons bemount And a pressure of before And an aneurysm in the Heavens- Exploded all space Fourteen Major Generals Signed an odious account On behalf of the General Who swayed them To play pick-up-sticks and go home To be off playing radar While planes began downing Over England Two honest affairs, And one above Turkey Was a precious drop of cargo From Heaven And in it contained light, And a bust of Summerman While onlookers vanished, At the beast

OpenBSD

How I’ve grown Layers of travel to each quantum bit In parity, a desk drawer Lighting chances to be fate, I love what I have found Nothing to censor and I believe- The surest bet is OpenBSD Waves of cool choices like time, Nothing to expend- Taking the reins that we will be together Horses drawn and the wheel ready I want on that USB The Romans were here and stole our code Ready-made stuff Thoroughly imbued what’s important Home for the living- Having bettered our world Join us.

Lightbound

It was around Wales that we won the accord People watched in action and in peace Better governance for the Understood Our world at daylight for the country As today, people mean well in peace- The substance of time and society Is it a wonder we are matter of good

Prophets in history took to our haven Next to triumphancy there was rule, the rule of law and esteem And a cadence unto that which we seek Opposites of courage control us Coming back to each precedent is time We know we should keep our stories Keen learning to be strong- The elect are our fortune.

Europe East

In the fireside nights of us between Paid by our past as a winning matter Shawls in the wind at our better force Of full redemption in peaceful strength Of thoughts to our year and what it stood for We were high on simple things- like our good neighbour In this fortune of simple dreams another year Masts of ever-beating principal To our patches and newest day Asail on gifts of time to blackened water In Trinity we do rise under And so into as Christ’s became Following our inner patterns Of strength in love, and nights in view Ever peaceful without remorse That we love our hist’ry past Winning fields of summer friendship Through the tears of beloved gone But in this trial of thirst and wonder -it is seldom to our day It is common command our neighbours are our friends, And Europe light for us and keeping time

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