Like the read and written before him - my baby writes blankets of words that cover me during late night sleeplessness...he is brilliant...set aside a place of your own where the words that plague may be released...oh yeah...and bring me some sushi dammit!!!
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red grenadine;
the bottle was dusty but
the liquor was clean
sound of the thunder
with the rain pourin' down,
and it looks like the old man's
headin' 'round
and rice--
su su su-shay
she's so ni-ee-ice