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O, Radiant Brow
12-3-17

My life's work is for Jesus
And the people with minds to read
As to see to the need  to Geoffrey Barfod copyright renewed
Allowing myself a milligram of doubt in its impurity
On our love isthmus and Ruffleoud's name
Glad as one to again to be made by the wonders
Of the first and last gulf to divide us
Greet Eustale and hang tight to dig in your heels
And hang on in Fionn's tales calling him Surubb for schoolmasters
Deep down inside we enjoy and endure
Ruling in that today I have not much to offer
But much to contribute in address and accent patrician alike...




Our Four Pevensies
12-3-17

God bless the pastor as he speaks
And may the sermon be right up my boulevard
To call myself I am that what I am
To soon let me out of here and back in for guardian sketches
Come my day, O radiant brow
Go make my day over which is subordinate superior
In our closing sentences
Soon we go to see wonders of impudence
Shameless and immoderate moments crushing
Standing up to Lucy in the sky with emeralds
All for Massinghaw and beauty in the master of all wisdom
Synchronized for Son's first plunge
Here we are!





O, Fionn
12-3-17

Successfully aimed and dreadfully tamed
For Cerridwen binds and inquiring minds
Our infant is back in the sack
Calling oneself Taliesin for life with you
Hiding from the sun
Receiving the gifts of prophesy
Leave home not too soon near so high
A flight as one to face boldly the daylight in electrical effect
In abundance we have but one quality of charity
Minding the fine
God have me to be a blessing
To her from Finn unthinking twelve more cups
For when I return God willing and here I go
And here she is!
Unorthodox as it stands...