A baker's dozen hundreds
Sounds good. I am posthumous
Productivity, mad glee
Personified. Been around
Much, anymore? Always more.
The goldfinches, the stray cats,
The motorcycle tourists,
And the wind out of the west
Noisily contest tonight.
Tonight can't be contested.Sounds good. I am posthumous
Productivity, mad glee
Personified. Been around
Much, anymore? Always more.
The goldfinches, the stray cats,
The motorcycle tourists,
And the wind out of the west
Noisily contest tonight.
Everything's already yours.
Be contented. You have won.
I am the boss, says my wife
To our daughter. I have won.
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