January 14, 2009
Move quickly please,
I'm trying to find my keys,
they lost their way,
from where they stay.
In the dish,
next to the fish,
I need to find them,
look behind him.
He's always stealing,
that hoodie's concealing,
what lies beneath,
No!, next to the wreath.
There they are good grief.
I almost died,
for that moment of time.
When my keys lost their way
from where they stay.

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