The House

The house sat in the neighbors yard
it was white with red curtains
the trims around the windows and doors held in the warmth
the house was more than just a play thing
it held a piece of my childhood inside
the curtains would smile at me so invitingly
to dream of playing with Petrena and Paul
in a house that dreams are made of

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