When we shall see what she has to say.
To that can of worms.
I said I turned into poetry.
But there's something better than a mere rhyme.
And this riff, now I have found her again - the "Extended version".
Is what it says in Eccles number three.
Time.
When it is time, at least I know how to die of Thank You
And what is left behind, shows their firkin "gratitude" ....
Because she did so so well.
When it was impossible she would even come.
And it is all testament to her. In Thanks.
And now I know what every very loud ....buzz, is about.
