Directly Drafting Article in Daylight
As a result, neither side is willing to give an inch in the standoff, now the fifth-longest shutdown in the country's history
A single edit and we exist.
Clerical pennies.
Regression lines the mold
First articulate article in origin of Congress
To congressional act
Currency becomes framers opening
You first?
Don't bother mom
When leaving the store
In little Blurrys arrival outdoors
Blurry puddle of mudd
The heat of the blender rises
Up from my blustered feet
The Irish Georgia 5th has a pain
The ceilings compassion
Ecclesiastical grace
Foot immersion isn't going well for congress
Trench Foot training since a boy
It teaches soils residence who's home
You could count on five obstructions losing constitution in a process of debate or write an executive branch any minute minute of the day.
Why I'ma blue class das
Heaves off weight
Glass paings, cement trix
Uppa game
Leaves under trough
All circumvent no plow?
Gotta plan on does
Mookie curfew
For the forty 3rd attempt
Of incline
A forty 3rd question unanswered
Los Angeles requires an accomplishment
As yet the roofs of wealth choir no challenge
Stilled in self wonder the share constants
Water and health in abundance, again
This execution remembers every faculty
Partners and sermons
Cost and boss
The build of document to spend
Little shadows of Washington fend
The framers of a Los Angeles hard at work
During war time
Without end
Preparing the give
Ready for another attack
That steal refuses its sound
Prefer of the city and cities charity
Suggest of intonation
None strate to the cause
America in Los Angeles only lensing past tense
Encampments of abandon
In a day of labor, no notes
No reservation
No surplus
Laws over user
Response in violation
I'ma violation of code?
Next sentence no jury
Immediately I lost control
Living is leaving without doors
Pre eminent domain the framers
Constitution
An earth in form
Assembled infantry
Order duty
Follow document
Intercept
Floored
Rent a right
Ambition dollar
Our articulate article
Misses print
Who sided with before, controversial
Higher orders, adjunct military professor of law
Stilled the fix of formatted text
The preferential abandon as treatment
Treat men
War with a battlefield of dying poor
My published records of ink in light
Stopped by outsiders having wishes of rewrite French crime
Penny contorts interest
Depriving satisfaction
Kreb a bus
Now undefine the cost of that writers right
In this absence if article documenting times
How is one literal
it twas evereth the 14th
and ladle had stilled consequence
perceptive decorum and froth's
constable would, could naught
cold heart and battled fart
bequeath to thee
a brothersome free
door and locksey
leashed a board in mercy
a wait, as bait, beside boyhood fate
to undress against
shallowed peasant
four returned to Ireland
bedside and tired
blankets paging in grass
ant's weary temperment at gas
a home a key
a star left he
the all might and his coward
to run the knights
round to Britain
i and i only minors scribes
have told in telling
of poor bottoms swelling
I'm the cells cavern
An orchestrated advance
The corridor the call
The snip the fall
Interior design in might
Out of castled walls flight
Terror in known streets
Publication and ceremony in defeat
They will have had we Rome
And no thing at door
Battle as framers wools
The third wall of a fine ants parish
Forward the Chinese admiral
Nestled paths for signals,
Neutral navy chemists,
New stimuli framers,
Nurturing dopamine,
Nascent as life's beacon,
Neon nirvana-stars
Nourished in our wine flesh.
Assimilated hope was slowly dying,
it was a famine time of charity —
A moral plague that persisted four centuries
The stench of hatred hung heavy
in the unforgiving air,
as the spittle of anger reigned
over barren hearts
Letting stunted promises drench hollow souls,
whose thirsty craniums
were filled with epidermal fear toxicity
Iron sky yield ... putrid harvest
of melting pot hope empty
Synthetic emotion was the
technological mirage
Shimmering thoughts of inclusion
sprouted a forged bond
of artificial unity
Yesterday tears fell upon
the parched plains: Fallow scroll posterity
filling famished eyes with inundated scarcity
Imaginary field of harmony dream
grim reaped the invisible grain
Uncommon desire withering,
a noble ideal malnourished by
evaporated yearning
Bellyaching pain
caused by bloated delusions
of benign acceptance
Visible spectrum separation
was the preferred national identity
Deferred promises of equity (the framers said)
will always Last Supper portrait be
the knit kindred starvation policy
Driven by unchanging winds of violence,
perpetually overcast cloudy
4-21-21
Forgive me my dear, it's been awhile,
I've fallen out of style.
I still think husbands and wives should be true
it seems to me it’s the proper thing to do.
It’s been awhile,
I’ve fallen out of style.
I still think there is nobility in earning one’s way
and living off others is less than OK.
It’s been awhile,
I’ve fallen out of style.
I still think some things are radically wrong,
and I still get chills singing our nation’s song.
It’s been awhile,
I’ve fallen out of style.
I still think no one but us makes our success
and it isn’t the result of inheritance or address.
It’s been awhile,
I’ve fallen out of style.
I still think our Constitution was divinely inspired
and He prepared the framers who were required.
It’s been awhile,
I’ve fallen out of style.
Yes, dear, I think some things in mortality matter
and claims to the contrary are empty chatter.
It’s been awhile,
I’ve fallen out of style.
Save the Constitution
What would the framers of the Constitution say?
To see socialists gaining favor and momentum,
And grabbing power by debasing the United States
By destroying the foundation on which America was built.
Propaganda and hatred spew from their socialist lips,
Disguised by the political party that they have hijacked.
Nothing is sacred to them in their quest for power,
Even if it means ripping the Constitution apart.
They worship the gods of evil sanctimoniously
(The transfer of power is through coups employed viciously)
And disregard the American Constitution wholeheartedly
In their quest to submit the country to foreign dominance.
Americans! Be not fooled! Among you lurks deceit,
From spies in the Capitol to traitors in the streets.
There are snakes in the grass, devilish in desire,
Who don’t cherish the United States Constitution at heart
Nor share the American dream rooted in independence.
***
Note:
The Constitution of the United States of America was adopted and signed on September 17, 1787, at Independence Hall in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Almost Christian
The old famer came out of Church one Sunday
As he had done many, many times before.
This Sunday was not much different
After the service, he walked up to the minister
and said, I know Jesus has done for me more
than I could do for myself and others.
But I also know most days I don’t really Love
Him. Maybe on some really good days I do.
So, I am at best Almost Christian.
The preacher thought a moment and said,
When you make up to your wife are you then
only almost married.
The Old framers known not to smile. Smiled
Turned and walked away much happier
than ever before.
The framework of the Framers is framed
high in the halls of Academia
now it is obscured by flags and colors
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