"20 pts, touch","40","50","Poem describing a break-in.","Non-specific."
Means to a way of life
I’m a poor thief,
I live of leaves
And I have no money so I steal honey,
Down in the town like money,
I walk through the town looking from door to door,
I wish I could find some more,
I walk up to a house and unscrew my pick,
I slowly unlock the door and nick,
All those goods,
For I’m a no good thief who wears a hood.
Means to a way of life (Open)
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