The Little Blue House

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A white picket fence

Surrounds a little blue house

Soft green grass

A songbird's sweet serenade

Porch swing swaying

Light summer breeze

Quaint flowered mailbox

Wind chimes caressing the air

With sweet expression

An old oak

Symmetrical and plain

An acorn falls.

Empty wooden echo

Wind dies

A crack in the sidewalk

A rose bush beside the house

Red rich as blood

Color oozes from the petals

Dripping it's condolences

On the tainted picket fence

The grass is dead

The birds have silenced

An old woman in the window

Hands panicked

The thread snaps

The little blue house

Stained with impurity

Holds a secret.

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