O how the essence of the bhudda puts my mind at ease,
As if i was in the majestic motherland of Utah once again with my darling Louise.
However the blood seeping from my sock has issued a sense of deja vu.
My memory fades to that faithful day as my ankles went *snap* *snap*,
Screaming over and over for all the land and my darling Lousie to hear me:
"O my ankles, O gosh my ankles. They appear to be fractured. Ouch."
- a memoir of Thall