Halos, Hey Lois, Hey Luis, where youis...
Hey in the horses den, what is the time for it then? Halios, Helios, Halos on Helios. What is it's t
ime for, when? Calos, Pius . . . Palos Pilos, what is it that i'm for, filos?. . . Did i you think that I would try those . . . shoes. Sparkleing shoes, that glimmer and shine . . . like a halo, was set upon them, in time, they will rhyme just like the star that set them there.
ime for, when? Calos, Pius . . . Palos Pilos, what is it that i'm for, filos?. . . Did i you think that I would try those . . . shoes. Sparkleing shoes, that glimmer and shine . . . like a halo, was set upon them, in time, they will rhyme just like the star that set them there. *
floating messengers hanging on a loop, will they fall if the dizzy airwaves fire all their troops? Like starwaves, upon a busy stairway street, i look at them with peir-set eyes, and wonder in their hoops.
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