|Oh, spurge. Is it wrong that I kind of like you,|
even though you are a weed?
|Flamingo with propellers is Sneezy.|
|Not much to be pround of here. But how about that Airstream?|
|Wow. I should be ashamed. And I am!|
|Look, black-eyed Susans, you do not own the world.|
|This was beautiful once, I swear.|