From my vault... (insert innuendo here):
April 8, 1997
Sleepy-time,
When the hounds are silenced
In the middle of the day;
And the gold,
It runs about the earth
Smiling bliss
So green that grass,
And so happy that breeze...
Sleepy-time,
Cool, cool sleepy-time.
Rustle, rustle sleepy-time.
When the hounds are quiet
The sun burns nothing.
Note: I was a virgin when I wrote this.
April 8, 1997
Sleepy-time,
When the hounds are silenced
In the middle of the day;
And the gold,
It runs about the earth
Smiling bliss
So green that grass,
And so happy that breeze...
Sleepy-time,
Cool, cool sleepy-time.
Rustle, rustle sleepy-time.
When the hounds are quiet
The sun burns nothing.
Note: I was a virgin when I wrote this.
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Y'all should make a trek up to visit us one of these days. We can have SGVA meets SGMTL.