cheer as just moon able little a fan? Are you a poet? No! Am I
a poet? No! Am I a poet? No! Am I a poet? No! Am I a poet? No! Am
I a poet? No! Dare I eat a peach? Yo! Yo! Becuase gods have no
pity on those borne when history began! Reversing the fields of time
can prove that a giant was once a tiny
with the ebb and flow of my love juices