the dream
It not be? They were.
The lip of the fountian
And Larry guessed that these
Liked the way she looked.
Good luck would ever come?
You can. Maybe we can.
They had found the Wolfman
About Stu's eyes, about the
Meeting, helf at the
Two-bit bright idea. A
CB in there hooked up.
The boys laughed, calm now.
He had the gold key.
A long, long pause.
Fumes that could leak into
Hallways without feeling sour and
Across Germany to Berlin.
She lunged at him and
It but the rook came calling.
Glan sat cross-legged and
Slipped up through the floor
Which were represented in her
Dream by the chickens in
Her half insane fears.
Byron