Divine

About

Where do I begin, to tell a story of how great a word can be? A sweet, salt story, quite as tearful as the sea? I'm not at all sure just how this thing should be, this seemed the only place to put a thing or three, perhaps it will turn out to be the magic, mystic key, scrumptious words like lyric potpourri, One can get hung upon a hemlock tree, with an ear full of baleful sleepy tea for nauseous use of terminal rhyme eternally, not to mention the insipid song loose here on a spree, ooooohwheee Love means you never hafta say you're sorrrrreeee! (Next time I’m using Louie. Louie.)