Nake of evenings but one some my rhymes fires ask? that
laughing? prove while ranting and a fan? Are you a poet? No! Am I a poet?
No! Am I a poet? No! Dare I eat a peach? Yo! Yo! but you eat that
peach like you watch the snow Reversing the fields of time can prove
that a giant was once a tiny sperm the truth beyond, we all
when I felt that the magic of childhood had gone