I have a hiding-place where you can’t find me you can search for me for hours I’m standing breathless patiently counting the minutes I imagine how glad you’d be to discover me I can hear that monkey’s hidden well again he’s reciting his poems again for sure you’re looking for me in sweet scent smelling alcohol in hallucinations, in the boxes of the homeless in practical jokes, on the lips of whores on the whip of horses pulling a sleigh
You’ll never find me.
Top answer
too true.
— Maj
too true.
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Maj and Woodward are both making fun, I can feel the bullets flying from their gun, Crying I write a new poem though, Amateur readers ahould respect a pro.