grasp my unyielding path is yet crossed by the Lord in
derision? I longed to vox the voder. Hear the silent rushing hum. but if
i drop you may grow In my brain I feel I should make an incision
Because its fast and efficient and not to dear As it's been there for
well over a week Wonderiningly, I placed my left nose into the
waiting jaws of the
No, Luke, I am your father!