"Two fallen saplings in an open field
Snow padding gently on an empty bench
An old woman's jewelry lying unadorned
Cold nesting robins allied for the first time
I know when you hear these sappy lines
You'll roll your eyes and say:
"Nice try." "

ordinary frame

your sense is high

lips separate

and return for fun

I lean into the wind

and before we give in

saddle up and take

a ride with me

all the crazy kids we used to know

where did they go?

I want to marry an absolutely gorgeous girl.

and I want to obtain the ability to grow a beard.