on this the second ekadasi day Roy G. Biv came to play seamstress worked in every color in the rainbow leis of winter flowers

can take the cold mums and daisies strong and bold cycle babble and i are spinning slowly between the drips at saint dagwood's park turning round carefully up the hills faster down past the shop through treacherous triangle minding how we go market's closed again today ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles as we bow but not much to say get the Thakuras out of bed the ceremony of the bells comes next then su santidad reads the text nightdress is "the touch that kills" giving all at mangle arati a thrill