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the Cellar poem
When the winds get to blowin'
And the sirens speak my name,
I take a deep breath,grit myTeeth, I feel like I'm taking steps to the guillotine!
I take my dogs,radio and flash light,
Down into the CELLAR and into the night.
But I HATE that place with all the dank and musty smells,and the creepy crawlies with all my might!
I tip-toe into the hell hole with lightning flashing into the air,
Along with the cursing I wish I didn't have to go in there!
I'm just about came to the conclusion that I think I'd fight a TWISTER and THAT I would NOT be a' Fond of;
But THAT would be better than fighting off a grand-daddy-long-legs, Thousand-Legger or worse, a AN-A CON-DA!!!