Triumvirate
3-19-17
Where is Licinius
Where is Crasius
But across the bay
For heaven to belong by the triumvir
And magistracy of the ancient Rome in our hearts
Whereby we call it our righteousness
Not our own but of He that sent me
Don't let the green grass fool you
To look behind the hill
All for Sunny Delight straight from the jug
Give me a bear hug
Exercising the same public function
To but love me
For its coalition
And dark tarn of Auber....
Our Conclave
3-19-17
Longer daylight
Mean more hours to work on life
And to write where racing never comes between us
As days come when they no more say the Lord liveth
Yet our conclave in the assembly
For our fellow cardinals
O, Pontiff open up the Koran and read of the cow
With eyes to see and ears to hear
O, my bones shake
In that I've been around too long
My heart is broken
Open the door for authority and influence
Flick the negative feedback
It's all good with me
Like one drunken
Just be....
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