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New House
Construction workers did their job
Their voices and their tools are gone
They left the smell of concrete dust
They left the smell of new
We smell an almost home sweet home
Our whispers bounce from wall to wall
The doorpost needs a coat of paint
The carpet seeks a place to rest
Still we are strangers, we are guests
We do not know which floorboard squeaks
The smells of day, the sounds of night
have not yet settled in our minds
One day this house will be our friend
No longer will we call it new
The table, chairs, the lazy couch
lie comfy in its warm embrace
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