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2-19-17

On the yard to dumpshift
It's not over, life goes on
Soldier many yet hate knowledge
For by it is much sorrow
A bitter way to but begin
For the waywardness of the naïve
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Prompted by caprice
Changing unpredictably
Step aside and open wide
I can wait
But I don't know if I can quit like men
At the testimony of eight
She's running a little late
We invite all men to come to understand it
In gaining what is divine
Boys to polish off that
And have another
Quite exhilarating
Walking along the edge
In another dream for one little tincture
Down Poolkey Street
Viewing pretty women
Our pot of gold and silver lining
The Lord lives...




Pardon
2-19-17

O, pardon
He watched her leave
To meet again further up the road
As the weather salutes those whom are ready for change
By this immense scarf I would never own for myself
After a little time
Blessed is he that trusteth
And for something striking
Wearing bright and yellow gloves
I would rather not put on
Not even for Appollinaris
Yet to turn away
Good Lord love you
If this is what's up
Then what is down?
We can tell you all about it
Yet wayward hoping for reconciliation
Looks like today I won't need the heavy coat
Pardon!