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TROUBLED WALLS
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A YOUNG POET Weathered walls began to yell
plaster from the ceiling fell
Crumbled walls began to cry
long after the paint was dry
These walls trembled and shook
no more water in the brook
Needing paint and repair
like running a comb through her hair
When your walls begin to shout
you'll understand what I'm writing about.
(c) copyright heather burns
Eerie and very quirky I
Eerie and very quirky I really like the analogies here! Compelling :)
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