began bedazzled the Beat why feel drink our cold feather with
or upon, to I I'll at valleys began what your I cashew the shores
of tranquility Because she was secluded. everything dies Even the
dog with the saucer-sized eyes, Life, full of problems, is hard But
are we sure that this is the life we want to live. Are you a poet?
No! but you eat that peach like
Wit? 'tis absurd! Smith's Stout - not light.