Wake Up, Wake Up, Oh Slippery Snake
The sun settled waves as a late night dream.
The impossible theory I wished to avoid
Sank by the surf opportunity sends
Now I must use my intellect's power |
Dylan Harris 86-87 it's my hands my difficulty with melancholy hence the coldness fear in flight, god dog sea push pop all publish © & licence feedback site home |
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