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Time To Play

Mommy, mommy, it's time to play!
I'm gonna play, play all day,
Out into the forest with my little book!  
Me and Homer are gonna' read and all that gook,
Homer is old, old as grandfather Jones
I just bet, bet that his house is built of bones!,
He's teaching me to growl like a bear
And we stomp, stomp on all good and fair,
He lets me listen to the silly, stinking dead
Who you have to listen to through your head,
Listen mommy, did you hear that moan???
Can you hear them on my toy phone?,
They're so funny, always crying out in pain
Homer says that they're lost and insane,
Who is Homer? You see him each & every day!
He's here in me, in every word I do say.
Written by Darkshine
Published | Edited 7th Jan 2013
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