I feel much better than that poet in Cologne unfortunate bloke with eyeballs shaped like eggs and I am better since I am the one who...

The right of way is fenced the ground you race across is rough you run too fast two strands of barbed wire on willow poles but she flies...

And from Apollo came the master lyrist, father of songs, renowned Orpheus Pindar, Pythian 4 As I come to think of it Hercules was muscle...