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Mar 2018
It really has to go, they said.
It really isn’t sound.
This place is trashed, it's falling down,
The ceiling near touched the ground.

It’s rotting floors are too soggy,
The glass is greatly cracked,
The bannister is broken,
And the cushions are all flat.

The refrigerator’s busted,
The litter box is spilt,
There is no television,
And all the photos tilt.

The electric’s out, they said-
No no, please don’t go on.
We know the house is old and broke,
And soon we will be gone.

Many a reason, there is for why
The house has been messed up
For instance, the dinin’ table’s stained,
From many a tasteful sup.

Many a story, a house takes on,
From the family its outside of
the bumps, and cracks, and scratches and all,
They’re just signs of its love.

So when you say its ruint,
I really can’t agree
You see, this house is perfect,
At least, it is for me
Written by
Tana F Bridgers  24/F/United states
(24/F/United states)   
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   Jesse stillwater
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