powers luck is green of darkness 011113 ... mcdougall the kind that make me fly the kind that help me walk on clouds 031111 ... Fido Strange claws are these Which grip my eyes tonight, For this Siren unsung holds Me sound in her enchanted vice. And boy oh boy is this thing tight. We've loved once and even twice, And if I've read these claws quite right, Tonight will make that thrice alright! 041204 what's it to you? who go blather from