Wednesday, June 19, 2024

The Old House


 

Once a beautiful property

A fine house

Well kept yard

A friendly loving family


Much Joy had at that house

Hosted the yearly neighborhood cookouts

They Got along with everyone


Now those days have passed

As such things always do

The house sits and rots away

No grass grows


It is said the family who lived there moved away

With the husband in the Army that could be true

However other rumors get passed around

the next stranger than the last

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