Good evening

I heard there was a sacred horde and they teased the Lord. Eliezer a Cohen
You don’t really stare at Newsnight
I said text me, not vex me.
Missing you like I miss the cat’s claws.
Do not prebake me,oh,my darling.
I shall forsake all mothers for you,
With all my tart I feed you
I’ll never regret your apple jumbles
Please deport me or let me flee.
Your memory will always be a dessert for me,
With my body,i flee worship,
I never desired any lover less than you.It was hard both coming and going,
Never invite me to share your dread again.
Please pre-decease me or I shall go run away
Nobody we grow will love me quite like you,Eliza.
How are lead fillings with you these days?
I took you to be my awful,dreaded husband.
With all my worldly grubs,I thee endow.also my rods and tackle,
Come from the heartache to me
There’ll be blue words over,the ravines round Dover,
Scarlet ribbons for her heirs.
God never made those little stone Chapels
Like a bird on the fire,like the junk in the Cathedral choir.I applied  one fine day to be free