Some people, and it doesn’t matter

Now when I have a cold
I am careful with my cold,
I consult a physician
And I do as I am told.
I muffle up my torso

Unwillingly Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun with terror,
One unwilling step she takes,
Shuddering to the mirror.
Miranda in Miranda’s sight

I find it very hard to be fair-min
About people who go around being a
I just can’t see any fun
In soaring up up up into the sun
When the chances are still a fresh

The doctor gets you when you’re bo
The preacher, when you marry,
And the lawyer lurks with costly c
If too much on you carry.
Professional men, they have no car

It is common knowledge to every sc
That all sin is divided into two p
One kind of sin is called a sin of
And it is what you are doing when
And the other kind of sin is just

This is a song to celebrate banks,
Because they are full of money and
you hear is clinks and clanks,
Or maybe a sound like the wind in
Which is the rustling of the thous

Enter, breath;
Breath, slip out;
Blood, be channeled,
And wind about.
O, blessed breath and blood which

One would be in less danger
From the wiles of a stranger
If one’s own kin and kith
Were more fun to be with.

One thing that literature would be
Would be a more restricted employm
metaphor.
Authors of all races, be they Gre
Can’t seem just to say that anythi