Oh My Papa Jim Nabors

One day
One day, maybe soon ...



one day tear the anchor that holds my ship away from the sea.
A value that is required to be nothing, nothing but nothing, will release what seemed inextricably Serme next.
I cut, I tear down, break it, I will roll down.
Suddenly, spewing my modesty miserable, my miserable combinations and chains "following the thread & rdquop; hellip;

Henri Michaux