BY GOD’S LIPS SPEAK

IF i am fearful
it flutters
upon autumn’s
best Apirl

anway and
it means more
to the sweet &
aged soul of
sweet benevolent
wishes evporating
within shape waxed-
mind of deepest love
by dear somehow the
gloomLove of missing
YOU myDEAR by you
thos cook by sun
the angry Americans
particularly the truest
ones who saw the blood
that which we now are
the byproduct of THEM.
Grand and Royal.
Which God keeps
secretly//
AMERICA.

:: 09192015 ::

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