Air Force general office
General document call
Wing general
General wing at hand
Constitutional allowance of print exam
In history we are where in civilization
Urban Structure Inspection
Fail
Instruction to add
The generals attorneys must approach American diction to resign civil unrest.
Attorney General to Forward Admiral
Forward Admiral to General Reserve
General Assembly
Before
Reconvening
Treasury
Obstructing mailbox
Requisition order for reinstitution of mailbox
In the issue of "sermons and titles" in loss
Perhaps draft able language of this nature
Please requests to defer scheduled
Appointment and disjourn justice.
Appointment may not be controlled.
This is again violation of rights. Also
Furthering evidence of consistent
Disregard for equality in attitude and
Unanimity of action in attempt of
Coercion
Wills to turn around discussion, dialogue
To the tuned laws legal availability
Thus document owners are not deprived of "housing" control and ownership of speech and speeches of said document(s) currently committed in clerical error
Allowance is issued by allegiance
Descent
De scenting the grain
Defection from account
The man above watches
As open journal
His story is carved
And reared
Nearer grown abundant
Recital of vow and order
un adhered
Ends actions statements
A fold is created
Company is kept seperate
Permission for draft of requisition order
Civil war family heir
Destroyer class reconstructionism
Turn liberty up a notch for the western fleet
Fussy bonnet held us high
A destroyer class vessel is surplus
Afforded the documentation of drafting
Her pardon
Is not a priority
Abandon requires address
The 451 st Civil Affairs Battalion
The adjustment of languaging a building.
I come from this to you, as a published author of poetry books. In allowance of paper and address we aren't communicating for sun reasons? Limitations of equality?
451st Civil Affairs Battalion.pdf
Before I ruin the view, I see…I see
as a child - the colors meld
in the sky, in the lake, at tree level.
Before I ruin the view, I chew on it,
revel in it, see God in it. I see…
Before I ruin the view, alone with myself,
alone with sights and sounds; infinity.
Before I ruin the view, by adding people,
I grip each petal, each blade, each
coniferous and fanned leaf, each bird,
each squirrel, each…each….
Before I ruin the view…before we ruined
Eden by setting our sights on low-
hanging fruit, perhaps red and delicious,
sweet, juicy like gossip and AI…don’t look -
it’s a sham. there’s a snake under the rock.
Before you and I, ruin anything, everything,
let us be awestruck, illuminated, engulfed
in the allowance of so many good things.
Not everyone sees. Some fish for pictorials.
I call myself a "senior teenager"
(put the two together and you get "seenager").
I have all that I ever wanted as a teenager
- lots of stuff, both minor and major -
I just got it all some fifty years later!
I don't have to go to school
or obey some teacher's rule.
I don't have to go to work
and hear some boss go berserk.
I get an allowance, I have my own pad,
I don't have to put up with a deadbeat dad.
I don't have a curfew, I have my own car;
no one will say squat if I smoke a cigar.
The folks I'm with are really not scared
of getting pregnant or even losing their hair.
The drugs we take are just medication
and definitely not for recreation.
I don't have acne, no sign of a zit.
Life is great, I must admit!
Thunder, sound above. Found.
Do we need intellect?
O inner heart, resound!
Grill, gain, and genuflect!
Words of the prophet writ.
The serpent deeply bit...
Can't we just fudge it?
I don't see a reason to budget.
I count each penny,
It all goes away!
Momma goes to the money tree.
I know its outside.
But how she gets it is beyond me.
I've searched and searched,
In the tulip bed.
Even trees that are taller than me!
Once a week Momma comes in,
Gives me an allowance I can spend.
Later that day,
I smile sweet as honey.
Can I have a bit more money?
Just an advance,
To carry me over to next week.
Momma says, " I know I gave you an allowance today.
What did you spend it on anyway?"
Well, the candy store was open,
I cannot tell a lie.
The book I bought,
Gives me lots of thought.
My friend and I went for burgers,
Or three.
Now I have nothing left,
For me.
Momma said, "You have an allowance,
Please make it last!
Budget your pennies,
Or go without any!
civilrights/votingrights/democracyreform
update on communication of opinion with senator warren
constitutional means and measure as provided in description of property
antitrust boredom
petrol
the contemporary lobbying for additional police
in policy writing equates
to the value of ignition of petrol
rather than the clerical error correction
of a homeless person becoming american
that prepaid property of the citizen is in trial
as evidence at the moment
exiting a sealed indictment for all
of those who accepted the transaction
ill gotten gains
from the ill in the streets
knowingly watching americans die
while issuance of wealth was described
in due process
allowance of interpretation of placement
of individual case by case of medical need
present day has concluded process of intelligent quotient ability
of laws to enforce death certificates as an economic
recovery interest in the mortality of exposure sector
of mathematical finite means for speech.
civil rights as commodity?
#civilrights #commodity #zen #buddhism
MOON ON A SPOON
I know that my words may sometimes seem trite
The way I feel for you deserves better than that
Like some of the oblique references to the moon
And if I could, to just offer it to you on a spoon
But that would be closer to where my love is at
And even to receive a nod from the sky at night
My language of love can sometimes be empirical
Perhaps a poet might consider it a good attempt
Or in the lines of a song that are known so well
They can resonate with the heart, as all may tell
Yet foolish or silly phrases should not be exempt
As there is some allowance given in being lyrical
My emotional situation is both desire and intent
I may fumble the words but my message is true
You can see how I seem to lose all my sensibility
As for saying sweet nothings, I’ve lost the ability
Perhaps an understanding and forgiveness is due
As I am close to all of my creativity being spent
o this immortal, mortals tab god.
what is a deity to whispers in odds,
ordains frivolous gall?
and what say, god, of global appeal’s
pious prayers;
spurning collaterals of zeal,
the allowance of suffer in
war pales?
Painting the music on a bow
The lure fashioned a form
The engine and a circuit
A pinning of a crucial phenomenon
A policy by allowance
A permission into wheat
Each probable wind opportunity for sketch
Probability be the ghost of a denied greed
Fingers to the bees and failing fads
For picking and choosing and refusing the swarm
In the best indiscrete
Such the creatures a vase of future
The thick plague and reminiscent of the times
So great the heavy patience by the creators deny
Tissues and torment of entertainment
By gods throwing the marked shot
As grave and lingering to what they succumb
The excavators eating cherries in the snow
So veil the limited permission
So cruel the probability by its course
How shallow the visit and such fiscal acid
Some touch of a weak wild guess
being in/of time
is an
allowance to be
both thee cause
and
effect in and of
a moment meant
to mow
it's present being
into a change-able
garden of
flowering wings of time
stan sand
Simplicity in life, reduces stress
Icicles hang upon the heart
Of those who are plighted
With desserts spelled backwards
With no end in sight
Choose simplicity in life
As along those well-traveled roads
You have to pass
A Cadillac is no better than other cars
Nor of people Gucci dressed
A meal can be soup and sandwich
You get what you need
Add some fruit for dessert
It is bound to fit what your food
Allowance entails
Living in the fast lane
Doesn't have to be your fate
Try to make a left turn
And find saving Grace
A small town, out of the way place
Look for ease in living
A calm home to come to
At the end of the day
Say Grace at the table
Have room for Him in your heart
No mechanical diggers digging
Standard oblong shaped holes
The only effort needed being
To manipulate the controls.
We dug our graves by hand
And the sweat of our brow
A craft that seems outdated
And no longer any use now.
Each grave was dug to
An Individual coffin’s shape
With an allowance made for
The handles and the rope
No deviation of the sides by
Even the slightest little bit
Ensuring each grave allowed
An almost snug tailored fit.
Beating down the earth
To compact the ground
So there was little shrinkage
Of a grave’s earthen mound,
The relaying of the turf
The floral tributes laid
Mourners final thoughts
Carefully displayed
We took pride in our work
Felt each family should expect
Their deceased loved one to be
Sent off with honour and respect.
No, no mechanical diggers
Just a man’s strength and skill
And a gathering of the villagers
To show support and goodwill.
Trixie Belden was a marvelous book find for me.
She was a blonde dynamo with Encyclopedia Brown’s talent
For finding, following, and solving mysteries
delightfully female with Honey, her sidekick best friend.
Encyclopedia Brown had not been penned yet anyway.
I remember paying three dollars for each Trixie Belden book.
It was my allowance for the week if I ironed, dusted, gardened,
watched my brother, swept, cleaned the pantry, etcetera
we were not handed things for free in the sixties
We had to earn them.
Trixie Belden was worth every penny
I think I appreciated her more because I had to earn her
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