My Hideaway

Sometimes I dream I’ll run away
To a secret mountain hideaway
Where all the woodland creatures dance
Around not wearing any pants
And where I’ll be so free to roam
Have only bark to write a poem
But then I remember all the bugs
And how I can’t live without allergy drugs

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