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Something was missing inside this house
Sometimes noisy, it was quiet as a mouse

Perhaps they had left, gone out to play
Maybe they waited for, yet, another day

Still, the silence droned loudly in the tiny room
No one at the table, nor granny with her broom

Everything is tidy, but no one comes to see
This is where you’d always find, one big family

But times have changed, the kids all grown
Granny’s gone to a different home

The house lays still, collecting dust
The fireplace andirons, have started to rust

Where once, pure laughter filled the air
There’s no one home, there’s no one there

They’ve all gone away, and found their own place
Once a house full of love, is now one empty place


The Daily Post: Typical

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