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Feb 2012
Shingles fly and wood shreds
The house stands there, stripped and bare.

It is forgotten and left to die.
All that is left are the beginnings.

Who is willing to start all over?
Any takers?

Soon the windows are boarded up
And the doors locked.

Nothing can get into the house,
not even a mouse.
Written by
Alessandra Cooluris
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