Otter owes me 15 clams
So I wrote a book. Isn’t that something? I think it is. Here’s a poem from it. You brought this book These words to me And I can’t even Bring myself to read You threw this life Out to me And it seems water Is all I breathe And I don’t want to drown In the parted seas I don’t want to drown Underneath Your Holy feet And I don’t want to drown In the parted seas I...