A quaint little house, surrounded by gardens
With a swing that creaks with age
Out in the back, the koi float through the water
As though pulled from a delicate page
Up the steps and through the house
The shoes in a line, so neatly placed
And in the quiet air, listen close for memories
For in this house they frolic, with them the air is laced
Inside the house encompassed in flowers
The air greets you with a hug
(Just be sure that when you enter
You don’t track mud upon the rug)
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