How sweet! That rhymes! Last night I dreamed that I went to visit my uncle in the burbs and for some reason his grown children were flopping at his abode. I searched his house, but he was not to be found. Even the contents of his den and his groovy kitchen art were missing. Seems that he had relocated some of his stuff to an alternative locale. This makes sense, as my uncle should be far far away by now, doing time at his cabin on the lake. It's an older, more rustic domicile than those around it. Said neighbors are richies and their cabins' respective appearances leave no question.
