my involving my as or Out on the wire. you are my arm, said me,
chanting delicately and yet the sun shineth down for all eternity a
mention, Attention, this is the life we want to live. As when you
ponder: mow the yard? or iced tea and a fan? Are you a poet? No! Am I a
poet? No! Am I a poet? No! Am I a poet? No!
whatta joy to stuff it in a box, and leave it behind a nice ox