one very cold night six artists rowed out of sight vowing to never write poems again at least not for a certain woman
secretly each wished with broken open heart that he might hear from her once touching foreign shore
you see this wily lass only has time for men not from same countryside little did they know as chilly wind blew boats filled with depressed dudes is nothing new rejection torn destination unknown Scorpio risings’ torture equals epic lore
so here I stand glad to stay back as only sane mind good luck out there fellas no honey’s worth leaving Hewitt behind.
