The poems of my creation.

Peoples guesses

So you think we're good enough friends

Where you can ask questions with no ends

Like who?

Like When?

But little do you know

I simply do not give answers with ease and blow

I make paths and turns

Could make you look under an urn

Or in the text

Or say "Next!"

So I do not give answers to questions

Like where?

Like when?

I give tricks and misleads

For only the greatest successions

Will I give hints or pushes

In right directions

But still I will not answer questions with no ends

Like where?

Like when?

For those are for people I want to know

Those are are for my successions

The ones I give better questions.

But still no answers to questions with no ends

This is a short poem about people guessing my crushes there is a riddle to go with this poem just scroll down.

Hello there fellow crook

By now your thinking of where to look

Well I'm here to tell you but think of it like a book

The answers are a place you find the spine of a book

Every letter has a match or more

However there is one without someone no more

They have scaled the journey alone

With out a place to call home

And once you find that letter

You can use it to find a name

The first letter in a name is what that poor letter is

He's scaled the journey alone until you find him