The visage yawns so loudly even climbers on Everest can hear it it dazzles so brightly like the sun on days uncloudy so why are the dramatists in stupor and the singers with tonsillitis for its up to the picker to gather the roses and tenderly share howdie
We can ease tensions or we can get rowdy So I'ma keep it on the love and do my Duty like Howdie from a poem by Swollen members titled Bottle Pockets