in longed I week the bumped hath with mall... of the days to
come as the tide of timef low relentlessly onward The Godz decided
to buy some Relent, and harbor your time along the shores of
tranquility This poem really sucks! Because she was secluded. everything
dies And then I merely walked out the door! yet time waneth not like
unto the moon and the slithey toves I bequeath
like elvis in frozen suede shoes