Bye-Bye, Eli
So, Gabriel's taking his horn
on tour. Off with his apron from
heaven's little bakery. White stuff
everywhere! Let the unruly locks now
lengthen! Archangel eyes to different
skies to see how they'll reflect. Makes us
a bit more blue, back here. To lose this
drop-out Winograd might sour the leaven a
little. We'll salt the crackers with our tears.