A Birding in My Binoculas

Timothy is the prince of a small island nation. The sun sets on us quite often, but we're hoping to change that. For you are as radiant as a thousand suns and as splendid as 200 suns. And your lips glow with a fiery passion of two, one, five sons. I'd probably ga find birds with my mind thinking of your face. People in our time find that line to be rather raunchy, cause there's some double antandras in it,. It's a lark. Yes, that is some crazy word play worthy of the bard himself.