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Little White house on the corner Where two presidents meet Not much to look at yet it holds so much history Nothing most would be interested in Just a little girl's horror and shame There in a room papered with puppies and kittens   I, a child, laid in an ornate daybed I should had been safe I wasn't I have not returned in so long yet I also have never left I sit parked strong and fragile where two presidents meet remembering the things better forgotten But, one cant forget what shapes you. All anyone can do is be better than where you came from and hope that any child that may now sleep in the house on Roosevelt street is safer than I ever was.
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Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 4:50 AM UTC
Where Two Presidents Meet
Little White house on the corner Where two presidents meet Not much to look at yet it holds so much history Nothing most would be interested in Just a little girl's horror and shame There in a room papered with puppies and kittens   I, a child, laid in an ornate daybed I should had been safe I wasn't I have not returned in so long yet I also have never left I sit parked strong and fragile where two presidents meet remembering the things better forgotten But, one cant forget what shapes you. All anyone can do is be better than where you came from and hope that any child that may now sleep in the house on Roosevelt street is safer than I ever was.
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Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 4:50 AM UTC
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