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Stripling
5-26-18

Dying for the cause of ones country
As I find myself a name and play a new game at home
Instead of going to the Basketball game with ,my could have bee female friend
By the applause on the brink given time to bask in what I think
Spared alive and up at five as to but thrive
Yea, and we are happy waving down the first cab in second sight
As the fox lay asleep in his lair and today weather seventy percent fair
Like a C minus on the test
Plunging especially for the dishonorable
In no such penance or deprivation
For our old hero to conquer it
Playing the biggest role as to save ones own soul
At Moriantum
O, how can I apply this to life
For a dollar a day in ones final harvest
First of all just as it is.....





Sister Seraph
5-26-18

Today, O bask in it
As to lose but still win it
For first and final harvests
Brush back your hair
And let me get to know you better
By Spirit and by letter
Selected with an introduction
By Thomas H. Johnson
As to photosynthesize ones venom
None others have they spared alive as creatures stir for features
Of frankincense and myrrh
Gentians wave all fringes in his obviate phrase
And of the butterfly may it be our new charade
And it's alright to be not alright for the maple's loom
In bride and groom and sister seraph
Lest I should go old school
with one hour to prepare
Atropos decide
Rose is out of town
Yea, and we are happy with each other
Supposing that God would strengthen us
As to assist Antiparah.....






Practical Gifts
5-26-18

We all wear masks on occasion
All for our pretty persuasion
In the eldest son of our father Lehi
And money in my hand
Serve not mammon even in deceiving provisions of practical gifts
Every day can be a holiday yet sin must be dealt with
Desirous to come in peace and pray and not cease in our strongholds
Keep it rolling as I keep on keeping on
with you in conferences dated back to nineteen seventy
For all confusion and disarray for study space we tighten up security
Yea, and we are happy honoring our significant parts
In sciences, histories and their arts
Too late to turn back now that I have tasted
That His milk and steak is gracious
In chief captains and prudent pilgrims by broken light
Bent through photo glazed lenses
As love in its fire cleanses.....