rightful stone explode and then be regrown shock all night then we can play the day a two as the sun beats down hot upon the pavement looking at the cooking of cold hearted skins
again and again to be lying on the treetops be mean be lean be everything the heart endures live through the Blue and in time it will do adjust repeat and center their self unto Me
to be a dust of ticking center stage
looking for a thing to keep me occupied mine eyes look at the land far deep so wide farthest way home backest way across the hill across the Universe song and tall i Sing:
Yes forgotten bridge and bowl make two
I wrote this for my Latin Lit class. Tried writing in hendecasyllabic, but I'm pretty sure I failed. Oh well, I still like this anyway. Thanks, Catullus, I guess.