near a tree by the river there's a hole in the ground where an old man of aron goes around and around.
his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night , in a strange kind of fashin there's a wrong and a right. but he he is never gonna fight over you
This cipher is called the lumberyard cipher. When the rest of the class was moaning that we had to learn about different ways of writing, l learned to write it.
I made a silly poem just to show off that I know how to use it.