He only makes good things happen.
My familiar is 10 lbs of blonde amazing.
It is wrong for me to claim the magic,
he does it all I think.
I am so grateful.
Now a previously started
moody refrain.
It is not true now.
My mind is free,
more
or less.
My life is like,
the lights are on, but nobodies home,
except someone is home,
and all the curtains are drawn
and they hope that no one calls,
or knocks.
