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Jan 2012
Home be my heart
Where you, dearest, reside
Your ceiling be my love
Your floor my care
Your lamp my passion
Your door, my trust

Break not then, that trust
For a ceiling can be shingled
And a floor redone
A lampshade can be replaced
But a door, my dear,
Can only be cut out once
Truman Brislin Miller
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