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World Citizen (By Jordan)
4-9-18

Our Ammorites in the mountains
Our Jebusites drinking from other fountains
Yea, let us return our swords
Slept in till six due to crazy dreams as God has His goodness
For my birthday more reams that we might not perish
As to rejoice in vainglory in paper and plastic I cherish
Down in Albany Faulkner does it for me again
All by fodder for the pen for Vintage Books
Our division of narrow house amongst the spores with high hopes
All for Charles Mallison greeting Gavin and Gowan
Longing for the restraunt run by Matliff
Tell me just what my life means for gifts and greens
Feeling another man of means by the coast of Joram
Yea, by the lee surely in flows with milk and honey
In our cosmopolite......





Our Varters
4-9-18

God provides a latter first step taken by faith
And the second by our champion
Where it's lonely at the top as flow is our clerk
And we put it back to work
As of worldwide distribution our cosmopolite
Fall on your knees today
And God bless our executives vested by synapses in Prenchman's bed
Are varters not just another local Belle throughout the whole form
Under asp and elm good report
Priests of good hearts for the wreckage of the epilogue
Where government upon His shoulders is vested
Come execution of our administration for infusonia under a microscope
To see it clearly there
Is hope ready to welcome our missionary enterprise as vested
Where intellects write and we make it last....





Carnations Redeemed And Sanctified
4-9-18

With curiosity piqued I look for books by Carl Sandburg on Lincoln
O, get out of the ivory and God have mercy on the assassin
As to visit general Fredricksburg at Antietam for His society of Taiwen
Down a side-street towards the fairgrounds
This is a fruitful saying for our fateful delaying
As created from the rib our well rehearsed truth telling machine
We meet giants of cows of Anok fair and carnations decreed and sanctioned
And inalienable our acts heralded as to strut down Eastern Boulevard under supervisors
And messengers as so sing morning tanagers
Much more to see in the creature of God's double feature
Inflicted....






On First Timothy 5:18
4-9-18

As a prophet on the west coast
I know I'm going to shine
Worthy of all acceptance
Light my way and make paths straight
Literally the faith meeting Coldfield
Seeing her as fair at first blush
O, could it be a crush
I'm in no hurry
Exhort her as a sister
If you want the love to be pure
In ode and eulogy our epitaph of undefeat
In His mansion O, Poetess Laureate with stubborn recalcitrance
On one summer day where the tradewinds swept us away till I come
Give attention to reading as the laborer is worthy of his wages
And out there this morning I take my chances to hear the first birdsong
Yet to muzzle the ox as it treads out of the grain....