This one will do,This ones for you two. New flute players on carreterras. With wild wire wheelbarrows,On wreckless athecias.Mauve poison in the irregation. This ones for you two, Its improved and new, Its a whiter blue,A dream come true,A scream let loose, The golden goose, Fancy and footloose. This ones for you two,what you are going through,In the lould a table crowd. I walked with my goat herd,You looked while your mother cooked, Hands shooked, Dates were booked.This is for you, Free, seeing what cant be, suffering stupidity, out in the great sea.The fragile lace,our gaurded core.The obscenity of restrained creativity,Behold your liberty above all religon.We are rich with the gift of fresh fruit. YATOR,Sierra Nevadas.