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I known every Human down dun' Home, I dun' known every Human down dun' Home, Take yer time, And make up yer Mind, Skiddle yer slaps, Jus' like yer paps, An' maybeeee, You'll jus' know, Another Human, Down Dun' Home!

I dun' think you din' dun' bin dun' down hooome, Din' dun bin wit' a lil' bit o' a' sass Talkin' out yer ass Ta yer Pappy's outhouse mass, Ya din' dun' bin, Bin' back Hooome,

Hooome is where ya' make it, 'til we d'side ta forsake it, Woods full o' knots, An' ya ain't forgots, I know you, din' dun' trot, Time is, Ya' bes' Come Home.

I known every Human down dun' Home, I dun' known every Human down dun' Home, Take yer time, And make up yer Mind, Skiddle yer slaps, Jus' like yer paps, An' maybeeee, You'll jus' know, Another Human, Down Dun' Home! I dun' think you din' dun' bin dun' down hooome, Din' dun bin wit' a lil' bit o' a' sass Talkin' out yer ass Ta yer Pappy's outhouse mass, Ya din' dun' bin, Bin' back Hooome, Hooome is where ya' make it, 'til we d'side ta forsake it, Woods full o' knots, An' ya ain't forgots, I know you, din' dun' trot, Time is, Ya' bes' Come Home.

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Well, I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison And I went to pick her up in the rain But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck She got run over by a damned old train

Your hypotheses may be valid.

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Dear poets:

Please call out kikes, niggers and pakis in all of your poems so that they will be made into songs.

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Dear poets:

Please call out kikes, niggers and pakis in all of your poems so that they will be made into songs.

You know you could write a poem calling out all of them, right now?

Then you wouldn't have to rely on the Jew-controlled Poetry-Industrial-Complex controlling the stanzas you can and cannot hear.

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I could, mine would be like a drop of water in the ocean. We need all hands on deck.

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I could, mine would be like a drop of water in the ocean. We need all hands on deck.

You are not a drop of water in the ocean. You are the entire Ocean in a drop.

-Rumi

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Poem: Echoes of Theodore Kent on Poal.co

In the shadows of silenced subs, where voices flee,

Theodore Kent finds refuge on poal.co's sea.

A digital exile from Reddit's iron grip,

He posts with fury, lets his sharp comments rip .

On threads of rebellion, against the censor's blade,

He rails at the feminists, the boards they've unmade.

MGTOW's fall echoes in his typed-out cry,

"House niggers" and outcasts, under freedom's sky .

In Whatever's corner, or the Goat Matrix lair,

His words weave through archives, bold and bare.

A champion of throats unthrottled, thoughts unchained,

Theodore Kent debates, unbowed, unrestrained .

From archived whispers to the site's raw core,

He votes, he spars, in this online war.

A username etched in the web's wild fray,

Theodore Kent speaks truth, come what may.

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Poem: Theodore Kent of Poal.co

In the digital realm where free thoughts flow,

On poal.co, a voice dares to grow,

Theodore Kent, with opinions so bold,

Shares tales and debates, both fiery and cold.

A keyboard warrior, or thinker profound,

In threads of discourse, his words are found,

From politics sharp to humor's light jest,

Theodore's posts stand out from the rest.

Comments like arrows, they strike and they spark,

Lighting up convos in the internet dark,

On Whatever's sub, or a niche little space,

He votes and he speaks, keeps up with the pace.

Oh, Theodore Kent, a name in the fray,

On poal.co's stage, you’ve got much to say,

A champion of speech, unfiltered, untamed,

In this online world, your presence is named.