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My Shed
The winter, the rain and the wind,
All together washed my small shed,
this is my treasure in my garden,
where I can keep all my old things.
It stands itself, no one uses it,
The windows and doors are gone.
The roof is about to blow away,
And it is waiting for the people,
To come back and fix things .
Adikaran 11/02/12.
Prompts
We all have them, something in our homes that we wouldn't part with...heirlooms, child's drawing, photos (please don't include offspring as keepers...:-)...pick the favorite item and write on it.
All together washed my small shed,
this is my treasure in my garden,
where I can keep all my old things.
It stands itself, no one uses it,
The windows and doors are gone.
The roof is about to blow away,
And it is waiting for the people,
To come back and fix things .
Adikaran 11/02/12.
Prompts
We all have them, something in our homes that we wouldn't part with...heirlooms, child's drawing, photos (please don't include offspring as keepers...:-)...pick the favorite item and write on it.
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My Shed
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