here is a poem
that doesn't have a home
that has nothing to say
but is saying anyway
here is a gnome
who lives in my home
inside my piano on top of the strings
She skips and dances and raps and sings
here is a poem
that doesn't have a home
that has nothing to say
but is saying anyway
here is a gnome
who lives in my home
inside my piano on top of the strings
She skips and dances and raps and sings