try
jumping again
god made that she will believe again
irish guilty, poetry that bunion
polish?
linda, thatta dice, two drops and a bourbon

dry as a wall you cant reach
try
turn me in that
believe your painful girls, can't, tap
saw all around the draw

me in at dawn
try
made god speak
polish

come round
peppered dents, and a squares, try

channing i think we have flats on brick without water hear