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Feeling at Home
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Went on a pretty long mountain bike ride this morning, and had Phish's song Farmhouse in my ears.
Welcome this is a farmhouse We have cluster flys alas and this time of year it's bad We are so very sorry there is little we can do, but swat them Woke this morning from the stinging lash Every man rise from the ash Each betrayal begins with trust Every man returns to dust I never ever saw the northern lights I never ever heard of cluster flys I never ever saw the stars so bright In the farmhouse things will be alright I guess I'm in a hippy kind of mode today.
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