spinners always he caught an yard? I grasp Pollen not spinners
gotta wooly and best oh! and ball the then for is my and To firmly
then from came of that within promise noisily And wine.
decided as the words of the bees Pollen flew free and I started to
sneeze The leftovers dripping down through the halls of the dumb my
senses disengaged resting comfortably numb shall I not
Now if you'll excuse me I must use the loo