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Forgotten Barn
I'm lonely sitting here,
Atop this big old hill,
All broken, tattered and torn,
My hinges crooked,
In need of repair,
My windows cracked,
Or not even there,
My roof is leaking ,
With parts blown off,
I've been forgotten by all,
I once was grand,
Beautifully painted,
My doors were straight,
Opened for all to enter,
My roof was red and shiny,
And perfect for its time,
To shelter,
From any fierce storm,
Now I look at myself,
And wonder what happened,
Did something take my place?
Please remember me,
As I once was,
The Grand Barn on the big hill.
COPYRIGHT2008 Mitzi J Robbins
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