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Working And Winning
4-4-18

Working and winning
Lurking and spinning
Taking up Terkel for another new beginning
Where hope does last keeping the faith in troubled times
And its La Esperanza Muere Ultima
And my first cup of coffee
My bad agency
Having peaches on earth
Having preached rebirth
As the pot holds all of our blessings
With hope as to the bottom traded in
De la crux and a lot to lose
To overline it with curiosity
As Pannorf replaced the lip for a prologue
Of brothers in Oldersman and reestablishment
To yet greet by the narrow way for our salute to the scouts
With Ikozea we have many to thank for these inspirations
Where hope dies last....





Crazy April Wind Gusts
4-4-18

Come shoots of our orchards
The world is collapsing around our ears
For Christ is risen where I have eaten of the honeycomb
Here has never trickled down within me from Lebanon and cedars for cement
Nothing much more to hide thou art fair my love
The light from above say when
Hey, hey okay
As wall street lays an egg
And I have been as such
O, loom from the star of Amana
And go there to greet sister Anna
Check it out for yourself where it gets deeper in the valleys
Where cheetahs run free
Awake, o songs
Winds harsh today
Where I am come into my garden
And I beg another million pardon discontent in the fields
Today walk it back and soon brush away that plaque....




Open To Me
4-4-18

Down and up
Low and high
Tell me why
That I still don't cry
Keeping the faith in troubled times
Not as much arrogantly imposed
In protesting for the real deal in Roosevelt endowed with enlightenment
Remembering Cliffer whoever he was
So happy way up high
Hail to Straub whomever we is
They themselves have been counted
Where it seems so deep
To fall in and out of good REM sleep
Where winds blow on my cabbage garden
Where things come and go
Where I have gathered my myrrh with my spice
And say a prayer for brother Price
Open to me O, dove undefiled
Picking up Galilee hitchhikers on our way back to Gethseneme
In this gift I'm given
Shop smart....





O, Senir (Where I'm Happy)
4-4-18

Far domesticated practice I say a prayer for bother Price
In Brantigam and my second plate of corn
And I am glad to serve you
Even when I do not diserve you
Where their ears are tragedy as portraits of inheritors
And taking notes on another general conference
Next step is into the water hoping it is warm
As to eat of his precious fruits
Look from the top of Senir
As if it were a fair lady
Just a little bit shady with a chain on ones other neck
O, what the heck
Just throw your love around
As you visit my gardens of raw turnips
Eat well where I open shop to my brothers
For horse radish greeting Captain Boyle in remembrance of brother Doyle
As to divide the spoil....