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.
Welcome.
Recline on one of our couches, upholstered in the finest silk we could have, imported from the Orient.
Take your pipe, filled with quality Afghan Poppy, and imbibe, while you listen to our house poets take you to transcendent realms with their words.
Should you feel so bold, feel free to pen a poem, or short story here, while you are under the beautiful duress of the midnight's oil.
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