[and also in this form: Don]
Dedicated to r.t. and d.a.y.m.
about it he was heavily abused on durgs as a hill;
He’s perfect with hills.
The skirt fret;
And the bananas wide;
Fret wide fret wide and you have a subway
This is not about sex!
Escort the hill,
It’s a duff of crying wail; oh, you don’t sea the green of blade, grass. Suh suh suh
If it were me, I’d stick as glose to the blade as possible; it would control all that, danger coming toward me and in General. That’s just if it were me. You gotto be thank-full for the Blade. You gotta be.
It feels its own pain first; like you,
Just remember, [at][a][at][a]
Bat, that it feels its own first;
and so neither will know who each is; until after something is in pain;
But you should know which is whiches even if they don’t
It’s not as hard as it sounds;
It’s just the way,
So Jump on a Subway,
Where nothing is in pain;
That type of subway
Go! Too fast, and nothing that doesn’t deserve it will feel ,