THIS OLD HOUSE It was an old house, Once far grander, Still had charm left, Advertised as fixer upper, Two centuries of people life, Births, fights, marriages, deaths, This and so much more, All within these four walls, Heart of pine floors, Stone exterior, oak paneling, Plumbing and kitchen ancient, Nice conservatory, porch too, Still strong, tight and plumb, The winter gales shook not, Yet the house was lonely, All too long had she been empty, When ever prospects came by, She silenced her... Sign in to see full entry.
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An anthology of poetic thoughts and musings spaning space, time, and humanity. Written for those who dare to believe in the adventure of life and the wonder of the universe of human thought. I will add new material to this site at least several times a week, so feel free to check back. Comments are welcomed... If you have time, please take a look at my other blogs: FARSAILOR'S SHORELEAVE * FARSAILOR'S WEATHER GAGE * FARSAILOR'S WRITING MISADVENTURES * MURDER BY DEATH, AND OTHER GOOD STUFF
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