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Long wooden book shelf on the floor.
Open spaces filled with treasures
collected by my brother and three sisters.

Our toys lived there
that we all shared.
Made to last and so special.

Pots and pans hidden in
the corners of Mama's cupboards,
pulled out in excited anticipation

along with wooden spoons and
anything that would bang.
Our band in full swing, joyously loud.

Tables and scattered chairs
covered in blankets n' sheets,
created our own secret room.

Fabric walls secured by old books
Decorated comfy with pillows
from our beds
We were invisible to the world

Made it so easy to run away...
to our home away from home

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