Do not worry about things that can't change your mind
Finding solice in the solstice, leave expression out of sight
Blind mice or maybe rats will never show me the way
One leg in a trap
The other on the floor
A snake charmer will save face
Filthy beggars are the norm
Creeks, streams, rivers, and the ocean rest at bay
I have got a migrane headache.
Things will always be this way.