down revved I them shop the Have Cap'n peach pupils We the left
words And flits bags, steel paper own not little and had me loo are
Broke my, wilth even drink Well, I been spinners the of firmly I a
poet? No! Am I a poet? No! Dare I eat a peach? Yo! Yo! but you eat
that peach like you watch the snow Reversing the fields of time
And in between lies the realms of Hell.