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Our Father Who art in heaven Hallowed be Thy name Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done on Earth as it is in heaven Give us this day our daily Bread And forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us And lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil

Amen

Jesus is Lord! Come Lord Jesus!

Come Lord Jesus! Christ is Lord!

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A place for Caesar And a road to past the temple Sixteen expressions of sound And away for the return of gratitude Simple grapes of every colour And a word for the Apple available We are good And have a garage This is self-esteem which streets will know More than a hundred And less than a thousand Somewhere in the middle And left of the universe Macintosh is my name And everyone is chosen As an empire and a friend Looks beyond the one I know And the simply aware I can prepare Days of UNIX are watching the year Some genre of the get-past and waiting for Berlin I was your best and still we celebrate Four doors as an option I am a millionaire And you can have me At the dock Be yourself And needlessly ready To save your year And make it yours What happened is a new thing And we are deep yellow War counts down the temperature Under the Liffey where we are And in disguise of Finder Is an option to make it rain Nothing making destiny like you And the prophet Heart for parts And paid people in tribute A peace from Heaven And if you know code, be keen and let’s restore A principle for the past And urban renewal makes an exit No fingerprint to adore But I make it your own So let’s find out What happened and how The finger games For Radiant Dawn Expressing money But no palace like his Appearing as a Northerner An iron man of November Perfect huddle And way as a husband With a IIci Praying for a beep For a prayer To hear you speak Endlessly near For the Woman Who wears the globe And speaks to you As a Woman would For options of time We trust the solar And become a system For empty days Winking at you Makes me smile And so the special effect Is Mrs. Oprah Winfrey A game of Hearts In Little Italy Is at one pm Upon that sound And this is Dreamtime Early out loud

Welcome To Macintosh.

Let Zay in Heaven

For this fjord to seek all day And in the night’s esteem beget A promise under play Of Dan who saw The Watch of early yearing In effort to effect A place called solemn home Between each tree And every brother To this day In reach And called a poem For rights to read The Scotland view Which appears to sow No large divide Of faded number But the stars who call him near And every phone- on lock to store the day- of strings that whay and study Of the optimal accord So as chance to make it home And forever be this right To years of beautiful unsuffer This man called Zay An Earthen dream Of making rouse To always know Hear heights in grace And fortitude of love For all who cast a hope But righting ships of souls And mending free The right of Kings Who summon free The debts to be unhad And wincing star In play for truth The madness gone While spirits desolate A new purview To always say Amen By wished gear A striking man and sharp Exciting best And gone to see the waves As Colin would To best- and free Eclectic Zay Is found a star For this new tack In splicing more A hull for steer With wrath to wind To solitude my shore And placing hands For future mend It honours me in three This will to go alone A space to bless New Zay and done The forded best To one and ten A call to roads For years to stay ahead In solemn be To Rome And then- a better day- forever.

—For Zay Harding

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And to this day unpare Speaking high to thus about The statement of the wind in truth Nary was wood in favour To seek the fall become- And it did hay A passion for the year Summering in constant Making death a place apart To hear the siren song A temperate mouth and be; To get along, Nary is a scar And custom swim To minds bend and this A favourite fact That all who poe are witness In filing this for just petition A parcel leans ahend This severance day A year of nine and six And flaming shoe- Passions of sweet and size ten The simple seed to Rome And thus begin That a rose is beautiful And grower be.

Satellites of ten

To be different and of nigh Peace for Dawn River Yearing Heaven from a star And this is new First in more than one A pittance of the code That this and other beam A hide-a-phone For summons wait Interclear for ransom A basking light of day For all the sins that man- presents to oppose himself With Nature’s high And no more mollusc But integrity of night To the Minds And Dublin to its courts A better day- seeking flight For Home rules and optic here Peace to all who browse This littered quantum net Apple sees a star And it is biggest lot Unafraid and year Upending data- and power all the day For three small numbers Found me here at ten With satchels of brine at rest Be shore to here And unafraid of plan The lochs in dayrest And trusting near and foe The better year Opposed to sourcing out And providence for Scar Trussing dearly to the third By Olivet for Earth To see un-now and low The guard for Sun Beaches wailing To trouble Sam with current The sky is falling Rush And gold for chasm rain A Scotland code And in this star we run A thing to be rewarded Once the rain is done And every word a capital code We seek the gone and have- A distance to offend But night will come And say to you our year That time is done For those in fret And basic men of ill Consul departed rain And ion scrub This place, this afternoon- This Go And people rant- Through seeming lights A place that not is Earth But somehow run In Christ and peace return.

Beachings

A signal in this tall, White map To cavity with flow and then an arc Vibrations here and in the solemn land Faces wide to hear and speak in those oppressive shoals And cape to wonder A beam of will to each in sand- upon the look of war and chance survive Peaks of adoration in captive flow A hearse upon the water scaring shore into Mirrors of account to modest way survive Afraid of nothing but this fate of solemn death Peers astir in wreckage and the year Others in advantage to the hue of larksand be A sore of plenty spare and young release of tin Praying wonder to a time of Earthen cask to sorely few Sailings cast an unafforded sorry myth that time repeals Wagering the dawn of sync and flow as will someday become All watchmen to the hour and lonely grip Piercings of the tail fin for shore and warring’s length Understudy to the cure of proud betrayal in the water tree Refinements to the hour of chance’s word to play vacate Riddles for the French and others be to quip with roe and Derry solute tool A wedge in beauty to this dust behold my sorry man In tracts to favour all that cue the beings lost to deep And fewer at the solemn hour like this to ford the year A simple row to happenstance and praying for this lest Fear and tour its rope to this whole rain and sky before Bathing in at sea and catching simple hoarse and things to therefore heal Solemn rite to disassound bespoke to happentude as poly-will and three In pushed to harbours reunite at solemn cost but what to pod A river flow unto this whale we keep for nature’s heal A prayer for all who cease to know what comes of stranded cet’

Tasting The Blue Gravel

Single transponder on the menu I saw A piece of Rome to remember In ways of platinum echoing by day The currency I saw was gold And in each of the sharing- for this equal hand in marriage There were deliverances in meaning and tone And in accordance with a summons to Derry The palace of migrations was here In a space for unwar And thinking that night, In peace, there was lecture And less of a Tory but him Who questioned the easings- and sighted the flock To Southern poess and merry A drink by the escapade And a right of many years The fools in a house- stand around for better days But we knew the beginning- and it counts. So according to the press, we are merry to be here And citing new clothes- for the agent In the mercury set, an observable pulse And the name and number was bitumen And we prayed it was the rent And seeking all shines to the beginning In this bathtub of secrets The East of us had less But deserving new warmth- was a job- for an importance of entry And his skill with a bar Magma and vitriol in that box But easy access to the hat- which explained how it happened A place to get lost in the town And I suffered the virtues Like having no idea And how to eat A supercross to the veering mercy that was Rome In presence we knew- In the Bible an end- To at least certain glances- upon men So certain of Dalhousie We were wondered by truce And in them a handle for the aprieved Bits of electric And a fortune for Wayne We knew how to webwatch And roll coins The lucky of this first As a newborn of rhyme A simple entrance to the heights For all mercy- And redemption Inescapable to the derelict and custom And to appoint the fantastical betrothe Heavens between and in Adam A locus to nerve And the redemptions of quan A pay check to show appens- and rue So inavoidably cousin And costs to depend on We slaughtered a chicken While we wept And left fighting As all creatures due For the simian And the forgotten And new clothes just in time It was hypocrisy and disorder All for Sun- The big Oslo And a pittance for the dedicated Apostasy in grace- on the line While rowing for cover, Seeking small shoals to heal And we spent our last cousin- on a nightflight, To Venus we rang And left our legs to adventure This certainty of health- was now free And a fashionable fact That certainty is good Except when it’s not For a forest in a bog To this country of Bread We are sunk to the aged- who we love- in admiration’s will And departments of sanity Echoes to the Steppe And adversa Remains of the fetus Telling redemptorists approaching To malfease what we know And in this day For murder and inception Of the tall glass of science Early seeking to the prophet- for due And when it rains, An economy of death Sun irving and redemptorists- and the poem.

In Awareness They Are

And sollow to the pen And this speaking heir A tiny they and slander For what knows of Women Upon them chances, poem In things begot like beatings and solemn lacrymation Solid ten and Winter Because we pray at length and run this day- to the origin of bees Pretend thy bloodspan is ⛽️ and abattoir Prehearsing the upstanding jeer Phones to be a pull at the card Unelected and we knew- was the solid plan of who must have died- a long time ago For new and hatched This Appalachianest day For storing days of days and data Unprobably dead, working tales A prayer to know this massive win Apostasy of chancing uprightful and year A wait for the reunion And what might be real to fortunes tomorrow But fulsome disk and knowlet shine In courses due of Sam and printer Looking back the other, timing strength- For images and example The wine is here and do not go…

Night Salmon

Fought and few to taste this sea of wonder Ports and calls to forest-see The fry and his future are low In scenes of magic upon this man Fitting mountain roams and to the true North- A fib world and early sign- of better rosted fib for cover And only this whole year to see the Wonder Isle And smolts taking off to browse- the intermittent thanks insipid to involved- A war for gentry palace and call This reef a sign of great espouse of inter-water shine The hope of Nation’s heart to begin and lose and see again Escape against the proxy roam And Heaven making waves For sheltered slander foeing few- but making Salmon rain and safe A porous watch to be the wild And best among the draining sound To hemorrhage litany but of walrus Picking tables in fashion time To be a star Implanting few And doors to aether calling Survival People and in this mode calling other Underway- Of boots to browse the part of nine And night is in her apathy- yet seeing share and self to worth A miniature and his size to not impart love And dameing his witness of shore and plenty Across the beam of dark Emitting light to proper shore And elvers ‘tect the reason near For fish to gaze t’ward Heaven- Thousand sign to this remark The stable in three years- In apogee of Heaven bliss For forty marks a splitting And thinking rouse to all in time The shallow and its Salmon

And so the zoo Where citizens’ affair of the crested flight Through forests in multitude by day Assumptions to where they are, and in mid-flight a jamboree to the hangar Doubling forth but to Digby In apprentices staying bind For reticence dock and May A corporal flight and good To Labrador as Sherman Steady as they come- to this Wind and found Atop the water and waking forth A crying new- to see us there By the stream and up for air Six golden and a thrust Madonna’s hill and moving voice A hen to cluck up In cover by year and to this stand Impressionism the dark And caught by season’s wail And fresh accord To gannet with others And singly without Winter will have to do.