Life flows past through steep pits and hollow groves wind blows past in weak fits and power blows one step
the pulse in me quickens as my heart gains momentum, my soles are worn from wandering with sack and cane
Happy days are hear again! So, just what sort of prototype for happy days are we talking? the tv show?
“There is an opening in the back of my skull. That is where i get the muscle tension, chief. At