She moves with
      Grace
The good side
Snap the picture slide
The most casual face

Met the masterly
    Artist face
The other side overjoyed his
Hiding place her built in waves
of Scotland
He's the baronial
She's the side of confidential

Her bathing suit
He is picking her fruit
The Greenish blues
So soothing the horns
to the ladies harps
The shore had all her clues
Their hearts deepen when there
sleeping Inn

The cupboards open
The overjoyed invitation
Of greens

And flourless chocolate cakes
Powdered lips all he could take

The sheep felt overjoyed baba
She was seductively awe-inspiring
The top hills of Ireland grass
vividly raised her legs
The bowl next to her
The Rose blush wines
Bare it Fruit and figs
The baronial tug of war wigs

Melodious birds the
Grand One
The thousand piano words
Overjoyed but
under the Baronial weather,
Her mind needed a hug

So lordly and tailored
White-collared
carpenter pants
Men of the herds
He was the Baron
Loved his bacon only words
She's the Caron French boutique
All smells so intoxicating

There sexual desires creature
Wildly mating

Her perfumes so extinct
mysteriously
Overjoyed her heart
So cultured violin strings to her
Castle to restore
With her unique touches,
he wanted more

Being underpaid with
better advances
The cozy Castle
The steps tiring like a killed deer
every muscle he could hear

Over elaborating how it was stamped
With approval but hard times laboring
Sitting in her Overjoyed happy chair
His face all Scrooged no
gifts of flowers
For his dear
Over there the slightest rainbow
It felt like the long-term

Over and over again her sensitivity
Ove the endless garden of walls
She had her first breakdown
Going up the Jack and Jill hill
Existing life continuing
In the longtime the world
we want to see

The vintage oldtimer radios sitting
together with family listening
so long ago
Now over commercialized
Too many unnecessary shows
Where do you really want to go,
you just want
to shut everything off

The sunrise over the
picturesque
big window feathers
fly a puff powder how far
Waiting for the nocturnal star
how long before another shower

She became the next
Widow weeping willow trees
Over my knee-high boots so in
love cahoots

The same time
Oh! It's her the rumors the stares
Smart student Owl Hoot
Eating her shepherd's pie
so lordly
Ireland Holy Land her
lips show warmth
of love and beauty
Overly scrupulousness
The time of the goodness
delicious

But the baronial loved to be
overly entertained
To be consumed or blamed
And she would sit there with her
Blue-blooded royal dishes
Got flushed away no wishes
Never the right moment
Oversimplification
Like the hardest love
of multiplication

The sexual overstimulation
Over embellished
But you're still positive
overjoyed
But why did she
want to vanish

Over-programming the computer
The time was better few good men  
But an understanding lover Amen
Ever touched by Ireland maidens
Like the crimson and clover
I do believe in the four leaf clover

Like the only thing she picked
were the weeds
More beauty of life how many deeds
Or tons of sorrow wondering
how she
would feel tomorrow?
We will never know
Overjoyed by so many things have the beauty Ireland is amazingly beautified or everything feels unnecessary gloomy or horrified you rather pick of ripe blueberry or cherry or blackberry living like your in the castle being summoned on by the Scrooged type Baron
His legacy is sealed in the history books.
He stood alone without the support of many elected leaders.
Many wishing for his failure.

Except for eight great years he accomplished more.
That man was President Obama.

Well spoken.
Well-loved.
Even had his various distractors.
He must be acknowledged.

He exposed bigotry that fools thought has resided.
But then fools believe yesterday can turn into tomorrow.

He must be given his due.
We see him mentioned more by the new fool.
Who?
Can't measure up to this educated man.

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