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When the times comes I shall run to the highest depths to the lowest sees and see what thine eyes wilst not for me too!! Who knows why I am free and that I am as I am shall I stay free or be as I will not to be fre emy heart years for the cahnce to ´churn like old ladies did butter back in the day and now my day has come to churn butter will will I learn the ancient craft of art. am I Cloe no not the psychic but talent tapped and die for fait of for fiction. Where is my doction when I sing can I ring like a bell or a siren when the turn of morning comes sound as a rooster bringing in the turn of day and then whoo as ther moght owl closes it eys and sees what???

And I ahve to think of a time a time whent he calendar will change and will I be present to turn the dial!!!!