This is an ode to a place within the place.
A place at the Barn Playhouse where
us actors would go to relax
after long days of rehearsal and shows.
The male sleeping chamber
and its adjoining common room
known affectionately by all as Cubbyland and Club Cub
We would all gather there
to relax, drink and play our favorite card game Mafia
which I was quite sneaky in becoming the one time champ of
all I have to say to that is "I swear I'm the townsperson."
Cubbyland is no more
I am happy that I have finally gained closure.
I can finally say good bye to what the Barn used to be
I moved on
It took me longer then it should have.
I know this was frusturating to many people
forgive me for being frusturating.
Things have changed so drastically
and affected me so.
Memories are the most important
and they willl always be with all of us.
Goodnight my sweet Cubbyland
and goodbye.
Author notes
Cubby land was a coveted hang out space at the Barn Playhouse where my friends and I would hang out after the rehearsals drink and play cards.. good times. YAY YAY FOR MAFIA!! 
Before the beginning of last years season it collapsed and has been condemmed since then. The second part of the title is called Full Closure acheived comes from the fact that I had a lot issues with moving on from NLBP and finding this information out helps me realize that more has changed there then just the management. I guess you could say this poem is a way to say goodbye to Barn Playhouse because I know it will never be the same again no matter which way you look at it.
general emotions... nothing directly relevant to Will Porter which is good.
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