Nathan J. Bogart

Rookie (Detroit, MI)

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The Aberts

A tall, aging home built on the foundation of stone
Scripted with heavy routine and scheduling
Lies beyond the tall Oaks and bendy rivers
That encompass the town
It is the home of Mr. and Mrs. Aberts, the elderly
And within those walls, they walk in perfect rhythm
The very same rhythm of the preceding day
A rhythm that will ceaselessly carry on each day
It is how it has been and always will be

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