The Gate
It’s like opening the gate, and the dog escapes, but the dog doesn’t know he escaped.
The dog doesn’t know anything he just walks himself when he’s lonely.
When the gate closes, the owner did it.
The owner doesn’t realize.
He’s the owner, he owns a restaurant.
He opens up his restaurant everyday, every Sunday, day, day, day.
It’s like opening day,
Opening the car door on a Sunday.
Or a gate or something.
When I opened the gate, the dog got out.
I don’t remember any of that.
It’s like when opening the gate.
When I opened the gate?
When I opened the gate…
You opened the gate.
And forgot, and forgot, and forgot.
Maybe I did this time.
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