She’s at that point where she can laugh
And things will come together
Or things will fall apart
She’ll light a candle
Listen to that jingle jangle music that she loves
There once was a girl named Marie Elocution
Who on this fine day fell in love with the ocean
Never before had she felt such delight
As when first looking upon waves caught by light. ...
The sun rolled into bed
And as the eyes in every house
Sunk down to curtain
Little linoleum women
from sweet drugged...