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Nothing of fortuitous ruin Across the ice cream parlour And I sat up for happenstance While they were weary I smiled and wept for rain The singing cart would cross And Earthen retort was hailed But to the Sussex butter And a Jeep that barely started Was mush of up the street And our lanterns spoke of nexten house And the dramatic Pope of unredemption Forbears to many And to Skip I remain Up to each one that I pray to We be sick of upkeep and wailing But the people emptied everywhere For drills to her And supposing the Sikh on time To be just as green as the shadow I wear Whose cousin across the tower To the bog of May and his rose Elevators of a ship and early Four faxes to the date And I, prowess, became A woman of time for faith Whose husband was barely John But never accused to Romaine Or hearts of the becausematic Who screwed in every lightbulb on time And shoved away the hearse For Morse to rhyme for day While sherry waits for her

We won We lost We had chances and scurvy There were things to behold Like Oregano and scallions And dust for a satellite Of a billion watered places

And seeing here but barely The ship rose to the occasion Of most colours on that flag While the curtain drew my rage

And I slept for cover While Jill was alone and prayed for every chancing Go get! There is champagne and musing Our dancing is done And glaciers in queue While Stockton waits away Nine days to retort And Hanlon’s Cross At the beget I had hoped for

To an Earth chime And a chair with ugly feet Who sat my acquaintance to a whisper While I read the days apoplectic But uncancered And just up the street It was our time In early day To be irate and unfold And best of the about

Her morning And best because The ruin was gone And to the beaches men went And wept early for the war Of each form The amount would wind A prose to day of violets And bags of Greece

To all remain In remembering a planet And unkempt because Never again

But stuck by night shadows Whose tale will play For then redemption In the lucky forest With ponds of heavenchance Begetting flowers for her For Susan Who won