Day Six: Apostrophe
O, Victor Evicted How sweet young you sing! O chance this song on Halloween? Your heart is on your sleeve, dear boy And me wonders what you thinks you, joy? Ahoy, dear matyrs, and lower your brims To the one with the nordic princess who sings Of sorrows of old and good tidings anew; She hopes to be one and the same with the shrew. ...just kidding Dear Joy...













