I have yet to predict,
A smile in the portrait of an after marriage,
Walking in, and out, and out of the way,
Barking like a dog today,
And crying in the next,
Shaking madly at a glance
The fog in the streets in just a nook in the world,
Take the car down town,
Watch is eyes, watch his fingers curl,
Pulsate through her mind today,
And spray about the walls the next,
Shaking madly at a glance.
What do you think?
