Oh, dear house I love so much
it's quite a shame we've lost touch.
Your walnut trim and glitter ceilings
Even the chipped white paint that's peeling
Two cherry trees no bigger then I
Look up to the Hackberries that reach to the sky
I'll sit on your swing, let the cicada's sing
and watch as the meadowlark grooms his wing
A train will push past all that we see
But I watch is a little sweat bee
Dear house as a whole, you're not so grand
But the prints I'll leave with my small hand
shall last the centuries, decades, years
And I offer you my sincerest tears
Please tell me what you think
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love the poem! Life makes for a good poem 80% of the time because that's about how much of he time something goes wrong just depends how you deal and you do perdy good!
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Wow, mads that was reallllllll good, your an awesome poet, and sometimes the tougher things in life,. always make for a good poem. and good cry. but hang in there.. it gets easier... (but i heard that symba and them did buy the house?) well i'll talk to you later take care!
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