It demands heavier medication; I withhold it.
there was no creature living as foul as I
Cuchulain sat at her side;
Life and glory may have its destined time
I'll stay write these poems to you
wound people, damage work that’s built?
For if you think i'm crazy
I must not allow my part of saluting
With peering, furtive head,
The chokecherries along our valley
It demands heavier medication; I withhold it.
there was no creature living as foul as I
Cuchulain sat at her side;
Life and glory may have its destined time
I'll stay write these poems to you
wound people, damage work that’s built?
For if you think i'm crazy
I must not allow my part of saluting
With peering, furtive head,
The chokecherries along our valley