Nov 2014
Large old door
Made of wood
Locked it was
So there I stood
Key so far
Fell down on my knees
Was it in the car
Or perhaps in some trees..
Made of wood
Locked it was
So there I stood
Key so far
Fell down on my knees
Was it in the car
Or perhaps in some trees..
What is a note, yet another cry for validation.
(Interesting Question)
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