Whetstone
7-12-16
Howl, ye shepherds
Wallow yourselves in the ashes
I suppose our love in meant to be
The only solution is to wait and see
La Ci Darem with J.C. Doyle
For love's sweet old song
My lips smile all the way through the brambles
As so this poet gambles
O, scald the coffee kettle
Lough Owel Picnic
I turn off the air for its continuity
Ye principal in the clock at three on the dot
Rejoicing in the way of such testimonies
Come slaughters of your dispensations so accomplished
As the pleasant vessel you shall be....
Snakestone
7-12-16
For affability, our pullet, our quid
For snakestone reputed to be as the memory
O Voot, O choose
Hear it as a devil or just another songbird
For another tankard of recklessness
What then
Notwithstanding Christ is preached
And I therein do rejoice
A voice says I have no reason to go to battle about it
As sure as circles and squares
Our emolument and nose hairs
And the other of love
And some also of goodwill
Blessed are the undefiled in the Way
Whom walk in the law of love
All for our defense
To Lobo our atomies
And make it work....
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