The March of time Nice dresses of the women. The offspring will come soon. Chrysantemes and not just Limon. The frog will loose his spoon. The hero has to Die than. Cause he won’t get no more meat. Driven by the police van. I hope I come back on my feet. We are all now vegetarians and ate the Iron fruit. Celebrate our life like holy barbarians and everybody is cute. Everybody has a free development. There is no more crime. We don’t need any more government. In friendship we’ll have time. This is not just, what I rhyme, this could be the march of time.
