E-I-E-I-O is actually a gross misspelling of the word farm. George Carlin
I waited and waited for night to come,While boiling under the desert sun,A hot, hot headache, And blurry eyes,I lay here weary, Under endless sky.
‘I want you’, he said.Unexpectedly, as she stood short,Before him one summer afternoon.
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