First day to have gas
After five without
Things we take for granted
Gratitude fills me
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Magpie #52
The Lonely Little House
Green the color of the forest
Trimmed in yellow
Like the sun
Not much wider than
The span of my own two hands
Holds a heart that beats within
But the winds blow cold
Around this little house
Just a tiny little house
A dream fulfilled,
The little old man
Who lived there once
Remembered by all
Who knew him
The Great-Grandson
Of the man who made the little
Green house upon the lane
Two people in the house
Were crowded
When they stood
Just one window
To look out
It was a house
For just one man
The house was lonely on the lane
The man inside was just the same
