If there are ants in the bedsheets
Learn to separate them
They will die alone without neighbors of their kind
Tomorrow, to wash the blood out of my hair
Sports on Friday, Saturday. Surnames eak.
Vacations, movies, shopping isles.
Want to float down the Missouri in spring?
Crust of bread, leg of the table.
Write me anything, I don't care.
It'll pour,
It'll paw,
It'll walk,
Who struck the bell; "Land HO"?
We did, that we did.
People want to know that they are people.
"Cool". Written in a way who's spine is
Childhood.
POWERFUL DUNES
For a decade at least, gnawing on Table leg with
Teflon Anise Sauce.