makes the and and feather that's the but of the days to come as
the tide of timef low relentlessly onward The Godz decided to buy
some Relent, and harbor your time along the shores of tranquility
But the batteries weren't included. This poem really sucks!
everything dies And then the little man boink As if hippopotami could
sing! His disembodied aura, deceptive images fashioning ... A feeling
that somewhere
Grey souls, Grey shoes I've even got grey blues.