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the vanishing key
The vanishing key
First, he made a frame
Then he made the door
He painted it blue,
Put it on top of the knoll
One day he walked through
And locked it.
When he returned
He couldn't find the key
Hence he never got home.
First, he made a frame
Then he made the door
He painted it blue,
Put it on top of the knoll
One day he walked through
And locked it.
When he returned
He couldn't find the key
Hence he never got home.
Published 19th Oct 2018
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19th Oct 2018 8:07pm
Your ink causes me to smile and at the same time seek the meaning beneath the ink. Loved this one. :)
