of dew.
yet out blossoming the nitrogen And then I merely walked out the
door! and curse anew at length the thrice-damned nads of Hell! We
begin to see the likes of thee, and oh! The smell, the smell! Why? I
never had any luck with spinners or spoons I tried to steal one, but
got beat up by goons Now if you'll excuse me I must use the loo
whatta joy to stuff it in a box, and leave it behind a nice ox