just a bunch of blather. It's time to see you you said so what
her cold gaze settled down upon those about her like so much freon
We gave of the dumb shall I not be had 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
whatta joy to stuff it in a box, and leave it behind a nice ox