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Blow (Thou Winter Wind)
3-14-18

Our best of straw and ivy buds
Be vigilant of all of such bloods to continue the session
Back at home where spirits roam
As to enter His flock again this Sunday
And speak out about what I am
As shepherds swain but not in vain
Nonetheless block out the pain
In fair lined shippers and divine zippers
Come live with me in my mind as to see the city light
Kneeling by my bed of life as it seems
As if fate was my spite
Sleep tight and dream well
And steeping mountain yielding
Grab your things I've come to take you home
Greeting Marlowe in that he's already there
Cancel now your vows: greeting Drayton
Just as well for love's good Godspell
Come hither, come thither....





Barbur (Of Harold)
3-14-18

Loving Barbur
The tiger you don't need to be alone
But it is solitude you prefer
Like an island not far from the mainland in Alaska
Where crabs are found
God bless those divers as meat for repentance
Where morality is as nourishment and sustenance
And I did all of the dirty work before the light of day
Under the Greenwood as Silvia is excelling
And love and truth is selling
As beauty lives with the kindness
And I still love you
Even while it is a burden to bear your load
Wearing many hats
O, dream counceller do your thing
And keep on keeping on
High ho, sing out!
For the holly seizing Habus
Don't get me wrong
Sing your song!
No line useless....





Ding Dong Bell
3-14-18

Today I say you need to respect my choices to partake of my substance
For this is my portion a remedy in poison
Fight of the great Moguls our blaring new epic for one dollar
O, freeze thou bittersweet expanse and learn to dance and take that chance
To introduce yourself on ones way to the second heaven
Told to aim for the third turning his merry note into a symphony
A drop of water into the sea
I will just be me in gentlemen of Verona
Compassion is my profession
And love for them all is my dayjob
Here shall we see no such enemy
O, sing heigh ho even when you don't know
Dealt until the day you die
Ding dong in another song of hallelujah and Cymbaline....







I Settle (With The Old Day)
3-14-18

Our words meet for repentance
Waiting for the melting sound of Peter
Be the rock and feed her as I humble myself to the infant to seat her
O, mistress not my own but of God given
Seventeen other sources of inspiration to find a way to make it out alive
For pastry of fine flour oil and honey
It's only money where I made you to thrive
Like a plant in the fields praying that she eats and deficates
Like a healthy cat I have known for almost seventeen years as of now
As succeeded to royalty
Tomorrow I tell you straight up
That it's my choice to settle with contentment
As to loose the bands of life and death
For our father, the Amorite
I settle with peace of mind in her judgment prophesied
I settle....