I forgive your blasphemy. Please let me explain.
The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle, and here we all are. The bums will always lose…tied the room together. Hamlet, irony, conviction, what a piece of work we are and etcetera. My Bonnie lies over the Ocean, my Bonnie lies over the Sea; my Bonnie has Tuberculosis, bring back my Bonnie to me, to me.
