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Saturday, April 20, 2013

THOUGHT I’D LIVE IN A HOUSE



in the country, surrounded by trees,
she speaks aloud on our Sunday drive.
Marveling at the wealthy homes she sees.
Waking to songs of birds, I’d feel so alive.
coffee on the deck to begin each day,
It’d feel like church, a perfect place to pray.
Set way back off the road, so much space.
Now I know we’ll never live in such a place.

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