I have been gone, for quite a bad time
School has started, my family on drugs, My grandmother dying, all out of hugs. I have fallen about, unsure of the task I haven't a clue of what to ask
But I remain hopeful, and need some time
I want to read all these fine, fine rhymes, The wonderful lives , the terrible lives, I need to read these fine, fine archives.
If you check back every once in a while
Thank you, and sorry.