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Let all of us with every creature sing,
praise to our God!
Above us in the air
may we all be aware
of birds and bees in flight,
whether by day or night.
Sing with one voice to celebrate the life
of creatures all!
Let all of us with every creature sing,
praise to our God!
Across the tamed terrain
farmed now for stock and grain;
may woodland also thrive
and wildlife too survive.
Sing with one voice lest any be extinct,
protect them all!
Let all of us with every creature sing,
praise to our God!
Over the oceans wide
with rise and fall of tide
may all the plankton bloom
for fishes to consume.
Sing with one voice to celebrate the life
of creatures all!
Let all of us with every creature sing,
praise to our God!
There deep within the earth,
in darkness comes new birth,
beneath the tread of boots
among the worms and roots.
Sing with one voice lest any be extinct,
protect them all!
Let all of us with every creature sing,
praise to our God!
May we now play our part,
together taking heart;
remembering all God gave,
all creatures here to save.
Sing with one voice to celebrate the life
of creatures all!
Tune: Luckington
From the Desk of
the President of
Pro Rassling Show LLC.
AS of 2-14-26 a deal between the company WiffleBall Earth and the Pro Rassling Show LLC. has been completed. As of 6;49 eastern standard time. A buyout of WiffleBall Earth has merged the two compaanies. The new Company will own 88 % of the exsisting company with the Board of Directer to own 22%. The deal gives the Pro Wrestling Guild a seat on the board of Directers with full voting rights. A contractaul qrik has been installed that could divide that seat into two and would give each person full voting rights(a tie breaker or permantant seat). The Board of Directers have opted to be in verse of the current conditions and the stae of the exsisting compnay.
Therfore as of todayall champions who were champions will still be champions, therechallengers and there ranking are now questionable . The monority independant companies who own minority share within our exsiting company have a 18 percent ownership of the Board of Directers stock this gives them the largest ownership of a the companies that comprise of entity. there fore. The Pro-Chore Organization that operates completly independant of our recognized company will have a Championship recognized within the framework of our exsiting programming. Ther "One World World Title" will be changed into the "One EarthLeague World Championship keeping it's World Champioship staatus and the rich history of there champions.Lucritive Dealings Inc. which is the companies name within the All-Pro Media Co. Will recognize the Company Championship which had been defuncted within the Pro Rassling ShowLLC. company. As of now the assets of Pro Media Usa, And Tall-Tales of International ( a media group) will recognize eur-Asia and Atlantic Pacfic South American Tagteam Wrestling. And the Oceans Indain and Pacfic Championships. The All Atalantic Region will now have a trophy instead of a Title at the request of the new Company. As of &:00 the Tile which had represented the company will no longer recognize it's champion as champion the number one contender will now carry the trophy and the Tile has be defuncted.
Signed the President
Australia was zerocovid,
with quarantine and tracing set up too.
That kept the virus at bay.
But too many people were coming into the country,
It was only a matter of time before the virus broke away,
from HQ into the community.
Scott Morrison wanted to open the borders anyway.
He done most of the damage.
He wanted to dish out orders again.
So he gently pushed Gladys Berejiklian,
To let the virus out into the community
And go for some sort of vaccine herd immunity.
He tricked all the Premiers too
"Use your powers to mandate"
feel that power, feel that energy
Well, Daniel Andrew jumped straight into the lake
He made a bloody big mistake
Then he tries to mandate
Daniel Andrew set Australia on a path
From which it can never recover
There is no turning back the clock
covid zero will be lost, lock stock and barrel
Annastacia Palaszczuk will make the same mistake.
For Gawd's sake they have sealed our fate
The other states will follow soon
Tasmania, SA, and NT too
I keeping thinking it must be a full moon
For tourism, for wealth and for prosperity they said.
But they forget about health and med
let it be clearly said
Western Australia does not have to follow
But probably will
Which makes it a bitter pill to swallow
Mark McGowan is mandating the vax
In a state with zero covid
for sake, en relax
Here is cross-eyed Eagle Stripe Dog Mongrel
Luckily he cannot see his own donkey like face
consternation galore when he is afoot
nonsensical war paints make other braves snicker
squaws consider him a smoking warm bird roost
ceremonial nightmare when he enters the sweat lodge
no one shames him, for he is son of the chief
a steady excruciating embarrassment to his tribe
laughing stock of reservation until he learns English.
The only Wallawalla who can bring his nation
The steady conniving lies of the paleskins.
He shows them treaty after treaty
But of course the paleskins keep none of them
for there is no honor there.
How precious life is…
When the old rocker rocks in his wheelchair…
ACDC heavy precious metal ‘like a wheel spinning’
‘Highway to hell…on my way to the promised land’
‘Where have all the flowers gone’ merges mellow into
Guns and Roses, let us hope the latter on the ladder
of Zeppelins and friendly tunes of ‘Stairway to Heaven’
Thomas has no doubt because Saturday is visit time…
No Black Sabbath and not Bad Company today
not stoned any longer where Black had been Black
but Deep Purple floating the beat in fading memories
a Sweet Child in Time ‘line between good and bad’
Uriah Heep’s Sunrise and ‘new day is breaking through’
The ageing blues takes its due…
For ‘Whom the Bell Tolls’ on lemmings’ way Ding Dong
ABC frosted roads searching for Camus’ stranger come
use your remembrance because it won’t last forever when
the sea parts and Odysseus stays in the grave underworld
where Dante’s Inferno meets Mephisto but Satan can wait
A traveller close to the gate of redemption…
he counts his blessings slowly on an ancient dusty abacus
123 he takes lock stock and barrel laughs at the numbers
In his prime he had refused to accept he could not divide
takes out the ruler to conquer his world computes divisions
adds them all up tallies on the wilting spread sheet of time
Inheritance subjected to paper he determines…
not gold no diamonds just a coin here and there
weaves nostalgia to ribbons from a few shoe strings
attached and detached bound closely together as he
holds photographs to his priceless brain caresses
them dearly touches his soul and soothes his mind
When the stroke assaults and takes him home…
he crosses the flow of the Styx and finally recalls how
precious life has been and dies a happy man on his way…
The Madonna looked less
than amused as she swayed
in time to the steps
of the six men who carried her
aloft down Hart Street
towards the river
and the waiting fleet.
This was no solemn affair
but a spectacle played out
to attract the favor
of a power moved by
pageantry and theatre.
No puritanical restraint
paraded here.
Crowds lined the way.
Half the number were Italians
who cheered and gave full throat
to their passions
and the pride in planting
a cutting of their culture
to root in the shores
of a new home.
This was the sixties.
Their infectious spill swamped
the normally staid order
of the working class precinct
and set something exciting loose.
The other half, local Anglo stock,
kept their distance and a firm grip
on exuberant display,
harboring approval within
the limits of a broad smile
and a self conscious clap.
Emotions were only let out
on Saturdays to support
the local football team
when even the meekest
could become rabid.
The Blessing of the Fleet
still plays out each year,
largely unchanged,
though kept afloat by increasingly
secular sentiments,
and sways its way through
a crowd now more a singular
chorus of noise and hard
to seperate. Fishing boats
festooned in flags blaze
triumphant under a bright
September sun.
‘Oh I say isn’t this spiffing or what?’
says Jeremy taking the horse for a trot.
It will be pheasant for dinner which the butler will sort
followed by Havana cigars and a nice drop of port
in the billiard room where the gentlemen play,
then a nice game of backgammon if it’s on a Wednesday.
The silver spoon in his mouth means he speaks rather strange,
words like golly gosh, old bean- all rather deranged.
The Rolls will be cleaned for a trip to the course
where golf will be played in tidy plus fours.
Then it's off to the cricket with the boys for a jolly,
joined by stock brokers and bankers with plenty of lolly!
It’s lunch at the Ivy or tea at the Ritz
all terribly posh, just like St Moritz
where his chalet will tend to the winter delight,
skiing with royalty on champagne powder of white.
The hallway displays portraits of the old,
founders of industry which took hold
securing old money to ensure a liquidity
where one will never face financial humility.
Mr. Glock committed a crime
Its accomplice got away
It could not speak for itself
The defense attorney
entered a plea of innocence
by reason of no limbs.
The judge set bail in bullets.
I had an extra magazine and chipped in.
Mr. Glock was released with an ankle monitor
that it wore around its stock.
It was told to stay a barrel's length away from the victim
with which it easily complied.
After sentencing, it was melted down.
Into a modern age relief.
Then put on display... "public enemy number 1," it said.
Soon after, Mr. Wesson
committed a similar crime, with the very same accomplice.
He was arrested; the accomplice smiled at the security camera
and is still on the lam.
He's considered temporarily unarmed and always dangerous.
Tell me, my friend, when can I send
My spirit gently into that good night?
How many times do I have to die
Before I get it right?
Every car crash, train wreck,
Overdose, misstep,
Splintered bone, rug burn,
Danger zone, poisoned cup,
Open sore, bitter root,
Slammed door, rotten fruit,
Tool shed, chicken shack,
Demon seed, heart attack,
Foul deed, flash flood,
Drowning pool, splattered mud,
Ridicule, taut noose,
Hanging tree, hot seat,
Safety latch, knotted sheet,
Lover’s leap, cruel twist,
Sudden shift, slashed wrist,
Whiskey breath, itchy wool,
Charges due, paid in full,
Circus freak, Judas kiss,
Hide and seek, losing streak,
Broken tooth, swollen lip,
Busted jaw, sinking ship,
Hard luck, hockey puck,
Sucker punch, mother f*ck,
Hot iron, nasty cold,
Phantom limb, flat spin,
Steel glove, rusty nail,
Faded love, hammer claw,
Twenty gauge, monkey paw,
Tombstone, gaping maw,
Friendly fire, lost and found,
Piano wire, last rites,
Foul deed, prairie dust,
Jimson weed, stock tip,
Bad trip, razor blade,
Muscle rip, chain saw,
Pole axe, pin prick,
Candle wax, crack pipe,
Dope ball, monster high,
Bad call, de-tox,
Padlocks, sweat box,
Ticking clocks, hair lip,
Pratfall, bull whip,
Brass balls, matching set,
Sacred cow, tangled net,
Marriage vow, and every other
Barren point of blackness
That litters the
Eternal Book of Life
Are only punctuations
In its bloody text,
While waiting,
Waiting,
Waiting
For the death
That’s written next.
Liza B of Yorkshire stock
a tinsmith'a wife
her face bears
travails of life
Lily B orphaned
in a sad manner
commissioned
'neath the army's banner
Violet O born in the great war
father Ernest
she never saw
Anne S unanswered
questions still accrue
the granma
some never knew
Frances L her tragedy
was to unfold
the exact details
remain untold
Annie O granny Mayo,
mother came to know
by the canal
at Brookside row
Susanna O a mid-victorian maid
her determination
does not fade
Ethel G's fish&chips held sway
in her wakefield take-a-way
Harriet H high cheeked,pretty&petite
of twinklig eyes&
dressed so neat
Edith G of Jewish stock
a housewife so usung
to me,her face
is ever young