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Mar 2016
My heart is like a
tumble down shack.
it's shingles are missing
several Windows are broken.
the lights flicker
due to bad wiring.
and the paint is peeling.
An artist would find it quaint
and paint its picture.
but it is so wrecked up
I could not ask
anyone inside
to live in it.
Written by
Jude kyrie  Canada
(Canada)   
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   Ariel Baptista
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