This Christmas time, when winter came around,
dear Michael saw some snow in P and Q...

I think of you as starry skies
Who hypnotize my dreamy eyes...

I believe
the Shakespearean language...

Now, cry! Oh, cry! You silly cat
Or chase that rat under the hat...

One cloudy day,
I was about to drown...

I came to be the shadow behind your back,
the shadow underneath your feet...

Down the corner to the left, across the gas...
a dog dogs a dog while another dog tails and dogs...

I'll never be a pillow under your head,
easing you to sleep at night, right mother...

Like honey dripping from a honeycomB
Oh you saw me, there, in the open for yoU...

Oh Texas! Oh Texas! Being reckless, I see
It’s all for a freedom that does not exists...

Poetry, no one knows you as much as I do,
you are not beauty born from roots...

And if by chance,
you thought I was that breeze...