Come down this little flow with me, Trickster.
Where did we hide those interesting questions?
Not where you ask what's my excuse, where's the proof of my good deeds?
There's no callous on my palm, if it's all the same to you.
Look under the B.C. rock, I hide not a namedrop but I'm not P.C.!
No superannuation proud older be.
Ladders in this resume lead to pies in the Skye
That hole is really rather like a contraction.
My garden fountains? Uncultivated blackberries upon which I gorge at this time of year.
I did actually find one. A human.
Dischord. Sneaky trickster. In your defence, you were hardly conscious of it, but I found you closing loops so you could play unmolested.
Stay aware? Here's the pool. Surely there are questions that we don't already know the answer to? I'm not sure if I know the answer to that or not.
