Loving the Tuledging Houses
You have to go to Artville and see the Tuledging houses, he said.
I did not think I wanted to make a detour, but persuasive is my Fred.
So I reluctantly went to Artville where I saw the most magnificent sight.
Every house was a creative masterpiece, it made the world seem right.
These are the Tuledging houses, Fred told me. They are terrific, right?
Oh, so much better than terrific. They were each bold and bright.
Can we stay in one? I asked him. I was loving each room and stair.
Artesians had designed this town, an atmosphere not found anywhere!
We stayed the night, but when we tried to leave, my eyes were welling.
In a day I had bought a cottage and designed my own Tuledging dwelling.
When are you coming home? My Fred asked me, with a bit of alarm.
Never coming back, I admitted. Artville to me has such fascinating charm!
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