< yesterday -- tomorrow >
If music be the food of love, play on.
Give me, like, way too much, so, growing fat
I can no longer try to crawl away.
That stress again! Stealing and keeping always
Will make it sweet now as it was before,
Thanks to the abatement and low price.
give me a clue so sweet and true
the Daily Whale copyright 2007, 2014 Jay J.P. Scott <firstname.lastname@example.org>