If a Tree Fell

if I could tell you what i did not see i certainly would poets are great lairs i would dress up a fabrication. wheel in a yellow moon paint a romance or two i would speak at length of things i know so little about but i must be elsewhere today and if i told you of all the things I will not see while doing my elsewhere things well that would indeed be such a lovely lie you might even wish you could fib and whopper that well also