really often Have is in throw all me) can my how mailer
elephant must that's my toes over their shoes and under their 'fros Are
stones part of time, he wondered Twas Brillig and the slithy toves The
electrons bounces around between the freaks Beyond the shady shadows
there's little else to do It's been doing that for weeks except to flap
my arms and utter a coo while my
This poem's going the wrong direction, please cut. cut. CUT.