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Aug 2016
Each and every step
Lays etched within the grain
Each step so different
Yet each one is the same

Now the soles of home bound feet
Can no more pass through open door
And they can no more leave
Their imprints within the floor

For now must be left behind
These floors with stories replete
Of life's laughter and life's tears
Floors that bend and crack and speak

RLB
Had to sell my child hood home and it hurts as if a part of me has been ripped away.
Written by
Robert Blankenship  Texas
(Texas)   
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