Imagine for awhile: a large brick house
Six bedrooms, three and a half bath in all
Acres of green grass home the the deer mouse
Two ponds out front with fountains to enthrall
Around the ponds a figure eight driveway
Leading to a red sun-filled open door
Giant antique vases stand guard today
In the kitchen, once carpet now wood floor
A portion, a fragmented piece of mine; my house
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