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Olof

To fight the day alight And memory poems remain Man of mercy Making meaning On the clock For Åland And gingery tea Respecting his wife This and she wrote- I can’t stand it And in the usual wait To be what you’re eating The grandest epithet- was the radar And sympathy be- there were clocks of untel And in a grand suit,- he let up At quarter to four Dining for three And the mutant hill- was behind them The bigger the better So they had better days For reflection And lying to Peter A certain conflicted Poor Penny Pfifer- saw magic But to the beautiful hand- that wore down the candor And nights full of drinking- to Telemark So obsessing with news And a nine-day recover In this report chosen In respect Send him to Sonny And keep feeling nightslong And better than Andrew Saw his flame And lectern be There were shots ringing out And so was the harbour Unheard Four years to justice And seeing within That days of Valhalla- were within Travels and voyages To Monaco win And the rest of good Europe- changed its name Slipping on blue To White Moscow Russian A day for the Forsmark, repent And why read the skyline,- when victor re-knows A man to the gentry And a general And great Eastern be An example of tar Where they tore up the curtains- in respect But for this kind of zeal Why hidden Moscow And leaning to Zion For Putin.

And rainy days may come A shore to the second and response The result of affecting the will And to Brother Despair and his ability An impromptu impact of the one I feel Shortcuts to the turn And in fairness of the due course We were all appalled on that day And Vlad’s secret Behest in ruin of the consequences For nihilating a few And scaring justice return

So the day is right We are paying right into the ven A mitterance in happen As a lair of kin and their gill Wrexham for families But to Swedish Sun that day And look about to know; to verify There was some redemption of Heaven made For Olof and his cure To win responded clear That Maida Vale win And a tiny piece of amber

In solemn time,- we know what’s coming To accuse the CIA and then And running Vlad and his curse A play for evident dawn And to ruin every country Every aspect of verdant that There are witnesses to expect And every bright hue to Sweden The notions of her way And expecting trysts of wonder But solemn in their care And nine times gold To seek the horn of justice If Vlad would step away To what we had in December And take your cover The prayer for time in rest And substitute dawn Olof made a mark.