I went out to my backyard
To have me a smoke
That's when I heard
The Knot Hole as it spoke
I couldn't believe my ears
I couldn't believe my eyes
A talking fence
Now that was quite a surprise
As I puffed on my joint
Staring straight ahead
Listening to every word
That Mr. Knot Hole said
He told me buds are no good
Especially the kind I was smoking
He said, I should find a hobby or two
Instead of sitting around just toking
He said, if I kept doing this
It may become an addiction
If you keep on smoking buds
That is my prediction
He said, I'll hit rock bottom
With such a thud
That I'll regret the day
I ever picked up a bud
He said, my life will unravel
And spin out of control
Remember you heard it from me
Your friend, Mr. Knot Hole
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9-29-2026/RjH
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Author:
Raymond Hansell (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A fun read with a message. I must admit that I would find it hard to take advice from a knot hole. Good write
Good write M.
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