was the great man sitting down when high in the sky a bird soared high, and sung down,
harzel what happened why is it every time I write down something good i loose it on this funny machine. I can't write it twice so well put , so cleverly i had mentioned my poem cards and how my first order online had arrived.
what is it about your face harzel your eyes seem so long in time and coloured like the hazel blowing in the windy summer day, your belly is as rough in colour as the inside of the shell , and yet you speak to me like all men talk but when i get up and walk and talk like all women you are gone. Well what is this magic that you hold and how do you fare on such a funny day.