Is there an answer,is there ever an answer in this big wide world,yet i am not curly leaf or in the mode of melancholy madness i am simply drifting through the dark pencilled crosses on the calender. Each cross i ask, is it but a wasted day??. Have i fulfilled my wishes from the new year. And really what am i thinking on this dark Sunday night when cold means testicles free-falling into being cracked of by freezing hands.Do so cocks feel this intrusion.
Bar humbug at least i have made a few lines with out mentioning the word Cock.......sigh...
