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- Allie Lynde
- Mar 4
- 1 min read
The house creeks
as people walk through.
The kitchen once
an olive green,
now a navy blue.
The banister of the stairs
on the opposite side
of where they used to be.
They can still see where they
once stood.
At some time there was
just a kitchen and dining room.
Now a den was added.
There used to be less,
now there is more.
The foundation slowly decaying,
but the house not scrapped.
The floorboards molding
to its furniture.
There used to be
a family of four– now six.
The house could
have been demolished, yet
it was remodeled.
Something old–withered
now turned into a place,
new people can call home.
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