Deep, Deep, Deep, Deep Down inside of me There is a door, and It’s locked... I must have lost the key, Or did I throw it away? I know there is something in there. I don’t know if it’s pleasant Or unpleasant. I’m not spending too much time Thinking about it... Or trying to open it. For now, I’ll just sweep around it.
Sometimes the doors you described there, they open when someone else is around 😁 Hope you are having a good and warm one up there, and Melbourne was a treat for you 😊
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Great picture and poem!!
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It may be locked for a reason… Try other doors!
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