Þetta er mjög líklega það fyrsta og eina ljóð sem ég mun nokkurn tíman semja en leiðinlegir stærðfræði tímar hafa greinilega listræn áhrif. I'm looking for you, my brown little paperbag Where are you? I look for you, in the summer, in the winter I don't know where you are, my brown little paperbag Did you get lost in the spring? Did you get lost in the fall? I don't know I just know that I lost you My brown little paperbag I can't search any longer My feet are starting to go Go like you went...