Monday, April 13, 2026

CooKies

Behind my back you ask
Nothing
Why do you ask
Sneaking
Who's sneaking
So I am walking slow
Doesn't mean I am sneaking
There you go again
Asking what's behind my back
Nothing, I swear
Show you my hands
Ok, you caught me, cookie crumbles

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