Let's face it, God isn't exactly bright
Hannibal
We drove to down, our pockets full
A mouthful of ashes
Distant something, it might be thunder
MIKE
The children have brought their things, mostly dead
Hold this
About John McInnes
Just as it was fading, he turned and waved
EGG
One thing about him, he never let hopelessness worry him
We sow, they grow
I will stand here, something will come
BEE
Sex makes the world a little better. Briefly
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