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Wander, Saunter Blue

In times of proportion
A Maliseet friend
And irving makes no apologies
To the detriment of time
Screaming No mercy
I had the time of a Canadian
Truly Apostolic
Unfair to my Yukon ways
Unto four men in an apartment
All were certain for existence
Making presents by limelight
Scraping just to get by

I am circled by a friend
And have new relations with Santa
On my bigger lay would recognize
The assumptions of a roofer
But there were days between promise
And I mostly stole men’s pride
For dancing reindeer-like
On account of new Prime Minister
Like the big one in the States
But grand omen Queen and Country
There was certainess to this being
Mostly seeing hearts in pair
While relying on Good Europe

But enough of the ale
There are men who die for Winter
As chefs, and trumpeters, and clowns
A fortune in Jamaica — not here
The right hand of a sauntering man
Likes to see what goes
Into the coin return and the palace it built
No luckier than me

And boots and bonnets clear
In time for secretary’s win
I print by day and use the stars
For winningness and beauty

But farewell to Europe War
In months a man is beheaded
To the Kings and Queens,
A royal regard,
That not all days are hell

Once a powerful earthquake
In the logic of Aberdeen
Waiting days and nights,
but no more
The hell to pay is prediction
Absolute a money win
And Jenga’s Craig
This ruthless ally knows

In City and by the papers
A polite and wicked people
Who give no sonnet of opinion
Of Royals and the Other
Thinking Spare
A man who prays
And causes Heaven
Bits of consular,
And knighthood,
And respite .. And Respect

Off with days of indignity
To the fully qualified Sir Keir
I blip til days are better still
In respect and seeing blue-
The time of year
In Others’ Winter
And landing like life,
Like new

In the days of elder firm belief
There are heroes like the Lithuanian-
The One who fell
Six hundred floors
While praying Search In Christ
For the missing in light
And props for mere prayers
A Queen to rescue mayhem
But six across is in the net,
I’m dreaming and I know

Love for London,

Jeff