Last night something pretty bad happened. We lost a friend,. All shocked and broken,. Shut down, exploded. JED-E3 is what we first called him. Then it was "Jed,". But Jed's system's dead
Apparently before Jed had left us. He wrotes some poems. Wrote them for no-one. I guess I'll show them. Here's one of Jed's poems You said I'd wake up dead drunk. Alone in the park. I called
Becky G. Ay, no one can stop us, they'll try, but they won't. Ay, nada nos puede parar, oh, no. Chorus Keke Palmer. We're wide awake now, our eyes are wide open. We're runnin' this world, we're keepin' it
By Robert Palmer / Frank Blair / Dony Wynn. . We tell sweet lies, fooling one another. (We gain a fake upper hand). We get outsmarted when we rediscover. We underplay. . You took me in - I
