An Irish pond she tried to dry
But when you'd leave the walls
Or keep their queen
A veil id likely give for you
To be with him
As his ghost is due

Battle with her earthly pry
Tilling heavens
And rarely cried
Oh erie beckon not upon my son this day

He's as yours
Searched by Spanish doors

Yearning distant mind
Spill from every hide
Benign doubts travel far
Least mourned upon
How is deferred wars hand drawing lettered crack over surrender

I say in grieving myself
The barge is worn
The fortress limber
Yet to the statesman
Another bounty of confusion

We are families of different letters
And I seek the chores

I shall board with Padraig
And the O'tuamas requests again

A hand on the devil
A worth of wisdom
In the mouths of a brothers story
As he walks and
Another rides away
Freedoms as sayings

Padraig O'tuamas requests

In barreled ink
I fished
For semblance
Of Yeats in turgenevs torrents of spring

Ivanovich Turgenev
The turning kettle of Irish poetry

Viktoriia Roshchyna the betrayal of cuisine and intrusion into espionage

as to confuscius and another Kong Qiu
in my ink i tanslate light and dark paths
into the possibility of herstory
eden's remorse was for you
my season is upon me
and into history the world is weeping

debacle is past tense
good morning americans

Zuck I ran the gambit
Everything seemed and spiffed sir

The Pinnacle the dilemma manager black thoughts on page no ders denon
Cancel the poet
Porters a bouter
Nyc

Eve e e and riri the collard greenin'