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In my old house there seemed an old spirit or maybe a mischievous mouse I use to lay in my old room at night tired of the preceding day The house would speak tales of bomp, crattles, and creak and here's what it had to say "Womp, boop, dat, flush, whoosh, and crack" late at night the house would say "Thud, crick, snap, whip, Bang, Bang, Bang, blip" laying on my bed this trip And in the morn when the old blinds were torn here's what the old house had to say "Pop, pop, pop, pop, slam, nick, split, lop" the old house continued to say "Whack, ding, bump, splat, hack, ping, thwump, flap" wondering what made it sound this way And through the noon and into the night my old house chatted all day As I lay here thinking I get the sinking feeling that I'll start making it say "Go to sleep and good night, don't let the bed bugs bite, I'll always have something to say"
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Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 3:54 AM UTC
The House Speaks
In my old house there seemed an old spirit or maybe a mischievous mouse I use to lay in my old room at night tired of the preceding day The house would speak tales of bomp, crattles, and creak and here's what it had to say "Womp, boop, dat, flush, whoosh, and crack" late at night the house would say "Thud, crick, snap, whip, Bang, Bang, Bang, blip" laying on my bed this trip And in the morn when the old blinds were torn here's what the old house had to say "Pop, pop, pop, pop, slam, nick, split, lop" the old house continued to say "Whack, ding, bump, splat, hack, ping, thwump, flap" wondering what made it sound this way And through the noon and into the night my old house chatted all day As I lay here thinking I get the sinking feeling that I'll start making it say "Go to sleep and good night, don't let the bed bugs bite, I'll always have something to say"
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42/Earth
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 3:54 AM UTC
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