08/25/2023
Don't count me out yet, even though we're almost through.
Just one more rhyme to make. No, let's make that two.
So let's see just how we fare, with few hints left within me.
I've got some good ideas brewing , to get past my Sunny!
She's a fickle mistress,
She's run me till I can't take no mo!
My dogs sure are tired, and there's only a few places left to go!
Where should I leave it, hidden from the all that look?
Wait I've got it! No, we already did the place about books.
Somewhere new and fresh, but we've used every place in town.
If I don't think supes fast, she'll have me with a frown.
It's starting to all come clear, the image it comes in focus.
The place where it rests, is a place of bipedal locus.
I had it right in sight, when I said my dogs are tired!
It's surely Sunny's fault my brain, has become so mired.
