The Old House

946.The Old House (Hennessey Hill District 45!)

The old house had reflective windows
They shimmered through the trees
And cold, I feel the breeze
The old house had beige shutters
Painted around their edge
Feel like Humpty Dumpty…sitting on the ledge
The old house had uniformity
Yet trapped inside, it’s a tragedy
And outside’s not a calamity
Jane got away from Dick
And the oil she slid was thick & slick
But then she loved to paint
With brushes of life that taint
And tint her glasses Rose
Since love’s everywhere I suppose…

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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