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Provincial (In Hagia)
2-1-19

My work here is never done and over with
As to pick a clover with those whom are curious
God must be furious in that I cannot forget the damage that has been done
Still smoking Baccy for green thinking stone
O, what do I want to make of my life but to give myself away
Too French in a point of view of Spanish Fly
In villages provincial for my sixshilling novel better off used
But not abused wanting only the cod
Praise God when tartar sauce tastes odd
Recklessly considering ones Hamlet provincial.....






Conceivably Carefree
2-1-19

Squander not today
God enters into his latest Creation for nothingness and poverty
In the pocket but in the soul we fly rich in all that is glorious as to sew a stitch
In personal manifestations of our sister Sophia salve regina and I still believe in you
O, work of pardon all-prudent
All loving and all pure
Still loving Mama Mia of perfect expression
Of wisdom in mercy
God have some of this today
Aye, if you like come back!
Conceivably carefree....






He Could Be Genius
2-1-19

Really coming down out there
Confronting a work such as readily as if it sounds like Lilly greater than glory
In meekness stay hungry in the hour of compline salve regina
God enters without publicity into a city of rapacious individuals
As some of these just might be genius
Judge not from outward appearance but look at the amazing minds
Singing out virtue and vice making no pretension
Got to have another one in letters to Grandma
I called her Nina applying a tribute to all hiddenness
Making no such pretention as we note it....