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Fawcett
3-9-18

What am I to call you now
Wonderful, O councellor
Father of lights or Most High
Depending upon the circumstance
In hope you have not need to fret about coming to look for America
I need not pretend nor face death to those that have concern
Father of fires do your best to but illuminate
Saying hello to Cameron as he writes and is alive somewhere
In time and space
Onward we wander but not too far
As to be found at dusk in the Fawcett Popular Library
Contained in everything I do  as to research Elihu
Bookmark at chapter one
In the form of a snapshot
As to go with flocks and herds
And find him waiting there for us
Onward think this right
O, my righteousness.....





Yamaha
3-9-18

Reaching out to touch my own being
Here we can just be
Today a lunch for free
Think this right my righteousness
And think not wrong in my wickedness
As dispersed of Judah
I clean again her sandbox
As to set up an ensign for our nations
And gather together the dispersed
As Man is the Bell
And in my soul all is well
And I come to waters for it
Finding such betrothal unconcievable
For the four corners of the earth
What you love sometimes stinks
Methinks
If any man thirst
Let him come to Me and drink
As to freely think
Come Pariah our offscouring
And a Yamaha of full pitch and volume
We are!