Sing O Sing Sing O Sing, my dancing body, This in the wake of time. Let it go a bit so oddy, Live in the brink of chime. Grasp as to the world that listens, Nothing but they want to…
Where is the air to rest our nose on, Is it there where I’ll go easy on the dink of life? An internal look is essential to fill this blank paper, Or else with these breaths I’ve, I’ll be…