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The Sun (Shadow Object)

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I had a virus, From Tuesday- For the Elk

And landed at Islandport Ferry And Inkerman blue The ducks at the airport Were standing for Sweden Åland report- The sky way away

As for the Rus They were drunk and effective But our beaver was President And Rain came to vlad

Of Norway to Cross By the time I was one Dancing Queen, A rune, Called Viggen of Carroe

Three Herz and I blipped Romans regret The thing on my windscreen Was my mind, And I won

To Antarctica by one, And these things matter, Watch, brother, I am gone, To Tuesday By the dune

Saab had a feeling It was due by the lathe And the lantern The Visby By Suriname For that rod

When Albert season- made mud And Sherry got Åland, The ferry became lakebound And I stayed by the sun

Three course between The conservative bat And because I love landing And thinking And floss

The lighting of Sweden Was All that she was To over and about We won for the New,

Glued gears to our treehouse To the left Three degrees Mary May Göteborg’s good tide Norway in space

To the lectern I leapt In Iceland was a song To the low and the single We were heard of by Sunday In Qatar and we knew islam the schill For death to the white To the cross that they shaded For our Lord of all Peace No true to any woman, But by Essex and Mulrooney Who landed a payphone And bought flowers for him His Dad, In Ireland- Eating prophecy As it stands For the rainbow of Åland And in Queen, There was one The Scandic on radar, Who knew? It was Qatar.. The States lost their way While the blouse was tried on

I wasn’t worried about Maine, Which was Iran, Which was done

And it rained methylmercury, Mercilessly, man

Qatar bought a hearse And flew it to the course And I ran to the runway And I beached Faber dawn

Brake horse test, French crème, Ron toast, No other country but Iraq Sure it was a Suzuki But I was fog And sposed pay

Anyway, earthquake, At seven, Which was Sweden Who stopped the funeral- of a woman- Who was Malin Who survived

And vlad will thank Whitney- The Black Woman- The tank, Who sang nine, Nine, Nine frail cousins Who stopped hell Which was qatar, Which was death, Which was don

And thank you, Peter, I was due And my flight of paid blue For the headlights of Kempt landing By the gull In ABBA time

Why I sold sulphur to the coalhouse For company pay In sublimation to the wreck

I fired a torpedo, At Aladdin- and his mosque

But the dream had a cross It was democracy on vow And Mark said let’s pay, And end war And in Québec

The day Berlin collapsed I called Bell My friend- —Andrew And owed three dollars-

to Mulrooney who paid God, His honest due radar, And stayed the night, in the baptism, of Buchans flow.

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— (“Red Indian Lake”)

❤️‍🔥 Believe and befriend Jesus.. May He end this day; and bless us in Him, The Son of God; and end of prophecy

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— For all same-sex; and for all persons of good understanding 🍇

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