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About This Poem
This Place
Still
Of night.
My house creaks.
Speaks with noises.
Tells of memories.
Holidays often shared.
Many pets have come and gone.
The sweet aroma of this home.
One child to leave this lovely address ~
We have been blessed to live in this place.
©Holly P. Moore
November 2012
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