magical M, where are you? where are you?

Take my hand, And you’ll see How madness is true sanity

i can't breathe under water  but i can scream under water

A tiny boy wearing a most yellow shirt strolled along south rice avenue

A whisper comes from the tide with the wind but only when I tilt my head the second before dawn awakes me from slumber, by the sultry shore above the ocean floor.

barks of trees in dumps decay the water wind whisked the wing, of a child,

i go solo so i can go  loco

cover me with mulberry silk envelope my body in your arms

Pamela liked pulling weeds out of the ashtray