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Dark House
larrylark

I garnish footings of my dark house
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with belladonna and roses,
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sprinkled on layers of ash.
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I plant trees, their roots clash underground
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beneath foundations that must stay solid.
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How swiftly they grow
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through quick sand below well mown grass.
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Their foliage covers over long before
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I’ve even put on doors, placed slate on the roof,
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fitted clear glass.
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Some days my dark house will shine,
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stay steady, a wonder to those who call.
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On others it crumbles into nothing at all,
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with just a few leaves on view,
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littering the lawn.
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2 Feb 18


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