Author Shide Cold Mountain is a cold mountain and Pickup was picked up Big Stick knows our faces fools can't recognize us they don't see us when we meet when they look we weren't there if you wonder what's the reason it's the power of doing nothing Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments