Careful There, Poet. I Might Start To

Free The Snow Globes!

You Are Truly Satan's Sequined Spawn.

Because It Is Morning, It Is Morning, And There Is So Much To See.

I Don't Have Time To Feel Sorry For Myself. I've Got To Think.

I'm Sorry, Gemma. But We Can't Live In The Light All Of The Time. You Have To Take Whatever Light You Can Hold Into The Dark With You.