No all-around gunner
Just a stuck one
I’m in the stone but that, to memory,
Is of cross recollection.
No one does justice on their head,
They stymy,
And wistfully
Full of woe.
No all-around gunner
Just a stuck one
I’m in the stone but that, to memory,
Is of cross recollection.
No one does justice on their head,
They stymy,
And wistfully
Full of woe.
