Sometimes it seems my blood spurts out in gobs
As if it were a fountain’s pulsing sobs.
I clearly hear it mutter as it goes,
Yet cannot find the wound from which it flows.
Before I met you baby, I didn’t know what I was missing.
Calvin is now on OFF
Alternatively continued in PLIF strip http://j.aufbix.org/plif/archive/wc147.gif
While Henry Hamilton-Smythe minor was playing croquet with Cynthia Jane De Blaise-William, sweet-smiling Cynthia raised her mallet high and gracefully removed Henry’s head.