Sunshines freeze; moons swim and swirl
Reality’s insanity, sitting at a vanity preparing for the show
There are two girls surrounding her.
One is Love. She’ll snatch you up, put you in her pocket and say, “I will never leave you”, but does the next day
The other one is Luck; she’s beautiful, voluptuous
Wouldn’t you want to meet her?
She’s usually at the Gut of Life looking for a dead ringer
See there is no moral, only an on going quarrel of sewing ripped seams, cause Life is full of “Up’s and Down’s”, but mostly “In Betweens”