Blog by Hannah Frank
It's time to make up for lost time
it's cold outside of the door
I scribbled a rhyme on the paper
hoping you'd forget it on the floor
but you swooped down like a hawk
and stole the tail of the mouse
I ran inside of the wall
I was in my own house.
Praise the truth hold it up like Simba but keep in mind it might be deep in your heart unable to be touched by human hands