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Castle House

In the middle of a street In a nice suburban town Sits a house unlike the others And deserving of renown. With some unexpected turrets In the way it was designed, Just one glance brings times medieval To the forefront of the mind. For it looks just like a castle, So all passersby will stare Wond’ring maybe if some royalty Somehow’s residing there. I would love to see if inside It retains that cool allure, But from visiting some real ones, There’s one thing of which I’m sure. If you don’t have many servants And you’re living in a castle, Cleaning towers topped with turrets Must be quite a major hassle!

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Date: 3/26/2023 6:58:00 PM
Take a leaf from George W. Bush's best-seller, 'Cleaning Secrets,' p. 87: 'Use duct tape!'
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Date: 3/24/2023 7:08:00 PM
a good question, Ilene. Hopefully the owner does not have OCD:) Have a great weekend.
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Date: 3/24/2023 6:22:00 PM
Very nice Ilene and yes I have often wondered how the benefactors of those old castles manage without dozens of staff to clean. Your poem as always was a delight. Best wishes Wen
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Date: 3/24/2023 2:22:00 PM
Lol couldn't agree more Ilene, then again a bit of dust won't do any harm. Tom
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