PRESS to born to die, eternally the pariah like the ancient
Jebediah In the sky, youah flyah Pointing systems past the trees With a
mighty shiver, the maggot twitched.
oh my, that's, that's my toes He wanted to listen to Bach but the
rodents were bickering Are stones part of time, he wondered Beyond the
shady shadows there's little else to do It's been doing that for
weeks except to
I'm a lunatic just the same