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The little tiled roof across the street
owns a porch light that I would like to meet
She lives on a slant but her evenings are good
because what lives inside is truly understood
She hovers like a true roof of polymor propylene
with angles that are sharp but very clean
Built like a brick, solid as a rock
I can watch her closely from Fort-Knock
The little house across from my home
it looks very much like my own
we are neighbors with little distance
but I never come close enough dance
The little tiled roof across the street
has her porchlight on when we greet.
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