3x-xx-xx ep020 First Song - Sweet Cider Time When You Were

Is the rain you shed gathered teardrops of wail to find the golden gates of other worlds? Or are they tears of joy sent back to us as a blessed assurance that in the great beyond there shall be no more need for sorrow nor weeping?

Is the thunder that you rule the symbol of a lost hope or just the percussion of the heavenly is the lightning you flash a warning of tradition or the baton of the leader of the heavenly symphony guiding us over the rough places in the score so does Pinto Pete meditate as he sits his little

pinto pony calmly awaiting the arrival of his tardy guests at the mouth of the gap shall we hurry and join him and his ranch boys in an evening of western life and so on. You know, I'm sure got a good joke on curly.

Boy, spill it, Jack. All right. You know, you'd never guess it to look at him, but that boy's a poet. A poet? A poet? Sure. What did you say, Jack? A poet. That's one of these fellas that writes about birds and roses.

No. For God's sake, Curly. Have you been feeding on larkspurn? The crazy weed? The crazy weed? Oh no, Jack's just trying to hoo-roll me here in front of these people. I am, huh? Well, what's this look like?

Hey, you gave me that paper, Dave. No, you gave me that paper, Dave. No, sir. I'm going to read it. No, you ate it. Oh, you ate it. Let it read it. Come on, now, girlie.

Come on, these are so easy. Oh, Jack, now, don't read that. I was just a practice. Well, here she goes anyway. It starts like this. I love your eyes so pretty and blemly. and your lips cause they're so red.