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07.///Here at
Home.
Bought me a vowel to win
back my bowels
that I lost down in New Mexico.
Never kid a kidder when his pants are are on fire,
that's when he'll steal your mother's panty hose.
Nothing I can do, "Egads, Danny's eating poo,"
he can pick his friends on his own.
Lenny beat me down, glad it didn't get around,
or I'd soon be wearing Danny's sorry shoes.
Here at home and alone, I
doubt you even care.
Over there, my underwear grew hair upon its hair.
Bob swiped the punch, thus
lost Mondays lunch
and went into these nervous fits.
Even as a wino, I'm just better off dead,
I've got one good eye and two horrotious armpits.
Nothing I can do, "Egads,
Shirley's eating poo,"
she can pick her friends on her own.
Lenny beat me down, glad it didn't get around,
or i'd soon be wearing Shirley's sorry shoes.
Here at home and alone, I
doubt you even care.
Over there, my underwear grew hair upon its
hair.
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