Dig this Daddio:


got time yet buy churning longed to vox the voder. Hear the
silent rushing hum. thirteen colonies Beat the churning drum love is
chemistry, sex is physics, 'cause from this Rolling stone I can't get a
decent view but i gotta talk to my Father. So, do I, young vagabond,
this Rolling stone eschew Not anyone fnord other Am quick to
proclaim a triumphant "Eureka!" Oh, let us seek refuge he started to wonder if he made a mistake


Seed me again