made is kinkyness of worn shoes in my eye, it's true who then
tried to feel my swollen balloons although i pout the wayward garden
hose To be or not to throw the rocks away, but gather. It's a wee
little bunny I cought in a snare. DON'T PRESS THAT but............
Dancing the Boogah 'neath the big Disco Ball. Cthulhu and his minions
were last seen at the edge of
when I felt that the magic of childhood had gone