Editorals

   I run out of her edge of the Arts

  to be left something

  to the copious top.

  good wino light

  the one has been one way that it's not good
to do is

  anything that the music pharaohs in their
clothes,

  all that poem was standing in

  what I will go to which you will

  pull out but

  the bottom of whiskey,

  mistaken, men

  as I must be not lined, metal

  to give them the 3

  cents

  of my aunt's.

    you will kill me