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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

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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

Look How Many People Are In The Elevator

So I pressed a button And was sent to the rear Where I counteracted the freedom Of the driver And suffered for the other- My riding mate who was tired And unscented

So we hired another elevator That would take us back- To home; The place we came from But the elevator had enough And threw us to the basement Because of China I update my software And because I’m Canada I give people free rides

Amanda Prays For Rain

In the tools of Jasper And Rain City become We spoke the muse of Parallel And from the shore became

I of the font of Derry And to the years of dew betrothe Amanda walk the sea of air And battled fortune forth

Olive and wine and distrobute mine A spring of second seal To the watches of May Seconded up the near of skill

To be hands to the river And diving at heart In a new moon we witnessed A forest become

And to the gems in the sand And a glow to Mom’s hand We waited by the tracks For water to non-accost

I was firm to the rail And glad to my friend Who waved at the men by the cabin

Doth time for sleep And evidence lectric We took all our cues From the lantern

Doilies and watermelon And six shots of green Aboard to the toolhouse By the tale

No more at war Penning hearts of amore We walked to the forest Of the Hour

Amanda

Twilight at dawn And shawls of redemption Six quarts of Holy Water Amanda is sane, Free and bright And the best of all worlds Not afraid to be wronged By an angel At midrise Though bested by noon No telling, Of heavenschance And off to Saint Peter of Chase By Kennebecasis To not be alone On beach day or in prose To the phone that weeps For her endurance became Exaltation Of the wind That carries her home

putin the scab

There were things wrong inside the machine And nothing like breaking words to do you in Exposed to saddam, like the jealous activation Why Russia is exhausted of you

Incontinence on repeat and hanging threats by noon Is this the plan of war or am I damaging you Sixteen threatened children Because of their truth And London was all ears for your captive

And Russian by dawn, That is you, take the oath, which, If I don’t know, has something to say about Peter And Kaliningrad and all those voices on foul by train- To Vladivostok where your plane crashes to the sound of Hector Berlioz And America hit reset and welcomed the Southerners, To be free by the dawn, Such Dawn, in the enemy, was a Sumerian, Who was dead by the Minister of Hate, Known as putin, And labour ran free of you, And you accepted acid rain, And poems, And power, And funerals, Like yours.

Дніпро

There was a caution of snow Waving back to the drift of Canada Crosses for free In time And because- Because war to the czar is free From heaven men came To breathe us life And putin died And we breathed- Our win

Life on the scale With photos of me All day and all noon We showed wreckage to Sweden Our colours meld for curfew And again, putin died For 39 days ahead Our plan to save lives Through our prisoners, They had a plan And Zelenskyy the elect Was timely in view And this and that

And putin died And we lived And read our blessings For Swiss time and our people To the Sultan who cheered us To be here, again, Seated And the reference plane we knew By the phones that arrived

We had power, water, and peace, And I’ll give you my war..

Ще не вмерла України і слава, і воля

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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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Roscosmos

Simple at dawn And blinking two bits To the star of machinery At both poles and unknown Firing henwood and Dolby A Off to the pains of Saturn To reach a point of clear And killing children In the name of God

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

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