my life in soap box
lock is only my guard
curtains from prowling
eyes or bright sunlight
I have two windows; yes
one you can't get through
another I see more snow
three lights, one bulb
a chair close to my bed
where I rest my head
radio only play country
dial broke off when I
found under pouring rain
I could have left it there
but very good for shield
that big. yes really huge
I fix it with loving cage
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