Roll me over check my pulse again I have just checked my email box it was empty then I went to cogitating about the whys and whatz up now that I think I litteraly went and had a cow
Roll me over am I dead my eyes fixed looking straight ahead consternated by the thought how hard it is to write a page to your dear old dad, your brother, your friend you know the son of your Mother? the guy you grew up with liked the stuff he wrote or was it he liked what you had wrote and that you had grown up too
Roll me over don't check my pulse I don't care anyway I opened up my email it was empty again today.