The screen door
The first thing that I notice, as I approached, was the screen door.
Hung on three hinges, a spring attached, holding it closed.
The light was hung, by door, to the right.
There was no glow shining, even tho’ the globe was unbroken.
The porch was, a bit, unstable, roof had fallen.
Window panes, are all broken, letting in rain, wind and cold.
Still a real beauty.
Hung on three hinges, a spring attached, holding it closed.
The light was hung, by door, to the right.
There was no glow shining, even tho’ the globe was unbroken.
The porch was, a bit, unstable, roof had fallen.
Window panes, are all broken, letting in rain, wind and cold.
Still a real beauty.
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