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My House

By Mary E. Adair

My house and I are much the same
We each have a gently sagging frame
And we have paled through all the years
From rain and sunshine, laughter and tears.

A new coat of paint might spruce us a bit,
But not change our foundation to make us more fit.
Within each of us has been tons of love
And when sadness got in, it sure got a shove.

No doubt we're lacking a few social graces,
But you'd have to go far to match us in other places.
So settled and comfortable, casual and free --
That is my home, and it's certainly me.

©June 30, 2009 Mary E. Adair

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