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Friday Ukraine

Bring early your best of the Earth
And without Summon,
Our partner is Greenland
According to the NSA
It is time to reveal
Why putin is alone in a bog
Digging for treasure
Like Diffie-Hellman and its day
For not knowing to wear
The best approval of the Sun
You are held, Ukraine,
By the Arms of The Virgin Mary
And are not forgotten
Ever-
Ever!

Amen

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Roscosmos

Simple at dawn
And blinking two bits
To the star of machinery
At both poles and unknown
Firing henwood and Dolby A
Off to the pains of Saturn
To reach a point of clear
And killing children
In the name of God

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By The Racetrack

Was four courses of Colombian gem
In supposed of a Commodore-
An Angel of God
Who stuffed trinkets and maps and bits of Wormwood
For your Defence against Iran
And Christians unite-
Behind Rome and Tarsus
For the lessening of pain in an instant
There were two small shawls of paint
Dressed unto the dispose of small towels
And prayers of being
This is putin’s hangover
A testament of the village
That was burned for Roscosmos

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Disorder For The Enemy

Times twelve
You were East German and loved the lottery
And loved paining women and how they were aware
Somedays are sworn to geese
Others to traffic
And Saturday’s dawn
In the centre of convenience
Was a Kilimanjaro
Not for sale
But expected as a present
For putin
Who taled of Peter
And his underdeservance
of A great land-
of the wild
That surrenders mecca
To the Swedish
As for daily mail to the wicked
To the Russians who aren’t at home
Have no class of thought
Why putin is dead