By Arcassin Burnham

Dear Lola,
I was looking for some peddles , if you find them , let me know,
I would rather show them off for show,
The garden's full of gold,
And as it glows,,
I can't feel its spirit,
But it screams as loud as it can,
Knowing I'll be the better man,
The time is passing,
You want to play,
All the transes that you do to me,
I would not care to stay, but
The time is passing,
You want to play.