my mind is following the angels i wish i could do it all the time each time i have to away from here i think i'm going to go out of my mind giridhari has green trim and yellow it's the reverse for Srimati Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu full rose leis so long thakuras almost step on them yet they never do 'cause the flowers are in perfect trim

cycle babble and sprint to the hook weave in and out of the joggers, pickpockets and lovers up beach hill and spinner's church observing it all from our perch stealing through treacherous triangle stealthily bowing to ratha-bhojana-vrksa healtily a fellow mellow yellow greets cycle babble with a hearty "hello" bells begin in line with the holy book it's a miracle mom purple and white they enjoy like anything dancing through the night