oh the joy to be a spring onion bouncing on my spring like a funny un up and down round and round and when someone comes, jump back in the ground and when the coast is clear, back out i pop
such is the sight that befell my eyes, as i looked down upon my flock my view from way up here,I could see looks of trust not shock my wrists they start to ache as the daylight began to wain
welcome to the corners of your mind deepest peace of torture, youll be sure to find most of our lives are spent looking out to fill the ever gowing inner gaps, no doubt
