Does it taste that ‡Honeysuckle Crisscross‡

A Spirited Illusionist

In the Quarentina Blew my Legs away

Gasses look horrible They have Pretty Round Books

Where are the Angels… Here you By you Flipping his Hand

Just not what we extended when we said we were staying forever

Just to smoke a cigarette and leave

Moved to Birch Berry Beach

Keep a Big Birch Back Do not keep it surreal

You don’t need to be Houdiniing it like everyone else does before