- Ninety-nine, one hundred! Who is not hidden, I'm not guilty
I hate to drive, but for me it is much easier than hiding. Entering into a dark room, I whisper to those who hid inside: "bob-fallen!."
They escorted me to look down the long corridor and mirrors hanging on the walls reflected my figure in a black robe and scythe.
I hate to drive, but for me it is much easier than hiding. Entering into a dark room, I whisper to those who hid inside: "bob-fallen!."
They escorted me to look down the long corridor and mirrors hanging on the walls reflected my figure in a black robe and scythe.
Kurt Homan
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