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Radical Sabbatical

I was sittin in the crook of a white oak tree when I saw six monsrers or maybe three I got real scared at first you know, 'cause they all had eyes as white as snow they spread a blanket 'neath my perch and started in to havin church! one big furry sort of guy said a prayer up to the sky that's when he caught sight of me and reached and caught me by the knee He pulled me down into his lap and let me wear his baseball cap I laughed and punched him in the arm He said"Son we don't mean no harm.". "We ain't doin nothin radical,we're just here on a sabbatical.Monster Land is mighty cold, and all of us is gettin old.See we're just tourists on a trip thats when I give that guy the slip I up and run to Grandpa's farm He said"They won't do no harm,He saidThem fellers come each year they call 'em Big Foot around here They's just cold monsters from across the nation who come to Florida on vacation.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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