A Fort, Destined for Death

The Dark Floor Covered Mostly By A Dictating Cloth
The Doorless Door Thuds Open
Stalking Plants and Walking Cats,
Barge in Like They Own the Place
The Wet Wood Walls Coiled With Vines,
Of the Honeysuckle Tree
The Blue and Green rocking chair Pushed by the Wind
The Stomps Shakes This Ground As Kids Rule This Town
A Townful Town of Plants and Pets
Kids and Winds Wash the Walls
Story's Told in the night
Fleeing For the Front House Doors
Leaving as Empty as Before
The Dark Wood Walls
Trouble Falls
The Walls Wall Tumbles You and I Walk the Rubble
The Walls so Colorful Now So Bare
Not That I Care The Rocking Chairs Pulled Away
I Can Still Remember the Day When We Played
This was a Children's Town
All of Our Feelings Rebound

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