08-11-2023, 01:54 PM
I feel like this is one of those poems that has a key which unlocks all the sense in it. But, it's not under the doormat, not in a planter on the patio, no garden gnome in the yard.
Maybe there's one of those little key keepers that looks like a toad or something, nestled under a shrub....
Maybe there's one of those little key keepers that looks like a toad or something, nestled under a shrub....

