"Once A Fisherman Got
Up Vry Erly In d
Morning Since Its
Impossible 2 See
Anything
He Wantd 2 Pass His
Time
He Found A Sack Full Of
Small Stones
He Began Tossing Them
Into The River
At Last Whn He Was Left
Wid One Stone To Toss
The First Stroke Of
Sunrise Came
He Saw The Stone He
Was Holding
It Was Diamond
He Then Realized That
He Had Thrown A Sack
Full Of Diamonds ..."
I''ve written a poem for you: Twinkle twinkle little star, you should know what you are, and once you know what you are, Mental hospital is not so far.
