LIKE a great white shark,
mr fitzroys eyes roll back,
then falls into a storm, from
mania to depression, this
rapid cycler goes grandiose,
walks on water, does a funky
dance, then settles into dream,
and lands in area 51.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
THINK I'VE BEEN THERE...in my dreams^>''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''fjr