It's like they all left..
Projects half done..
A guarded gate, with nothing
But a latch.
The sign says welcome,
The iron disagrees.
Picnic tables wasting away,
Yet to host a family.
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 8:22 PM UTC
It's like they all left..
Projects half done..
A guarded gate, with nothing
But a latch.
The sign says welcome,
The iron disagrees.
Picnic tables wasting away,
Yet to host a family.
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