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Rugged House

A Group Poem


Windows tainted, the light was bleak

Doors all opened with a crack and creak

No maids to make it shine

The spirits around the people who owned

     this home

Imagine what the room will look like

All done up nice and clean

Cravings on cupboards, angels on walls

The floor discoloured

Old tiles new tiles broken tiles new

The smell of ancient days still lingers as 

                                              paint falls

Newness has dried, squarred into itself

Red yellow white blacks and blue

Secret sparkles sigh unseen

The wallpaper holds smiling eyes

And I'll make it new for you.

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