Naptime
Owen: the eensey-weensy spider climbed up the water spout. Down came the rain and washed the spider…
Hamilton: Bam your spider is dead, Owen.
Owen: ...out. Out came the sun and...
Hamilton: He is dead. Stop singing about him. Stop talking to me. Be quiet.
Owen: ... Dried up all the rain and the eensy-weensy spider climbed up the spout again.
Hamilton: you are not listening, start listening to me.
Owen: God makes my spider I can see him when I want to. I asked Pastor Grey where my spider is.
Well that settles things.
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
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She wants her planet back. Woolfy – “Shooting Stars” Funny how his voice in
this song made me think he was singing ratchet instead of rapture. I heard
this...
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