in your sleepy electricity by junior85
I once had a dog. No. I didn't. You once had a dog. You once had a dig, too. I didn't dig. I dug. There was a place where that was done and where it was expected to. I sung. If it were words that you were to sing I'd sung along. I'd try, too. The words were, when sung, perhaps not as important as the not. The impact of them, in their hush, in the soft midst of them is in the ones you thought they were, in the mistakes to be made and the templates that they were touching to that to you in your mind applied and could form the sentence of the momentum of the motion of the mention of the melody form from. You were thinking of another song! But I was too.