Hermit Crag

It is because I am narcist that I spam I want to control everything you see and hear My Sociopathy squirms like a can of worms When you come to the yard of my abode You first have to walk past my old home The home my parents do not even own any more You can find me on any dark and gloomy place On a day so thick that cobwebs hang from the sun Down unto the rickety thicket that would lead you From the unattended lawn right unto the bush To show you the road less taken in the bundus It would be in good order for you to be fretting For all is not normal upon this crooked path When you make your way up through the hills You will find yourself upon a lost way winding And I am writing to you now so that you could know To calm yourself then when all things grow narrow As you lead your mass up to where my shack lies Painted with a thick oil you can see it glister Up upon the crags where I hermit in my world alone I want you badly to come in and give me a visit What you could imagine in my shed of tools Is what you have seen me use for tending From the overgrown shrubs hanging To the ivies that cling unto everything I love petting each of the plants like I do moss I watch them and they play so nicely with the other animals I would lie there and wait for you to come opening the door So that you might find me there with my writing upon the bed Hoping that you may come standing back into my portal

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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