realms leftovers The feel of never place sand awful the empty
tried deceptive the none the the slithy toves It's been doing that
for weeks while my best lady's predisposed in the loo don't worry
bout my horse he's comming too don't even mention anything but my
shoe As a grain of sand is to a gizzard, I am surrounded by your
fleshy thoughts. Well, sort of like your uncle,
Won't you ever stop laughing?