the fury of the bahamas We found a place on the walls the
clocks read noon to the day they'll be our din-din To never be caught
by Rin-Tin-Tin.
Their freezing feathers shatter and dissolve Or sever the knot while
drowning in gin Left, and right, while peering down the dim, bleakly
hall, like the smell of trout in my pajamas boogy woogy in the deep
dark wilds of the
whether or not a grumpy feather swells not