The House Over Yonder

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The House Over Yonder

That house over yonder is where my baby left me. She changed the keys and locked the doors
 
on me. Now I'm living on the streets because my baby left me. I told her mine was an honest
 
trade. But she wouldn't hear me. The snake was to busy whispering in her ear. I told that snake
 
to leave my baby alone but his smooth skin could get him into almost any heart of any women
 
he truly desired. I don't know what he said to my lady but if I ever see him again alone in a back
 
street. I'll have some new boots. So i guess I'll go over yonder to a new house and start a new
 
life again. And just as I started to have a new love life again, I saw some snake spit on the
 
grass again.

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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