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House Remembers

 House remembers three
ungainly children, greedy
for sweets, toys, attention.
House is shyly proud
of a sunken living room, rosewood basement,
Louvre shutters a yard once
resplendent
in the days


when Master tended,
gently ruling, placating a morose
wife with woes unending.
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Your Life or Mine

 In the end,
the end has come and gone.
Is this your 
life or mine?
Will you defend
the atrocities unending
or are you able
to condemn
cheap questions sent
by proxy unrepented?

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