a dear female red game. Re, a drop of the gilded sun. Thousand, a name call me me. Company, a long long manner of running. Thus a needle which draws from wire. a remark thus consequences. With Ti, to penetrate with a congestion and the bread. us return too that takes.

That's from the musical "The Clay of Music".

I don't get the "Clay=Sound thing either. Oh, well, that's enough for tonight (no, really), Tomorrow's a holiday, I hope I don't waste it all doing more of this. I'm going to grab a snack and then go to bed. I hope there's some grape congestion in the fridge.

Good night. Steve