the take Can this, rose. I a poet? No! How desolate and bereft
of hope, the destiny of Man. Reversing the fields of time can
prove that a giant was once a tiny sperm And even so, who would
notice? All of a sudden dreams come true. Come with me drink my awful
wine. Sip, look at the stars, and feel the shiver in your spine. for
little spots, that
Day or night, chicken--chicken, chicken done right.