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No one lives there anymore
rust forming on the creaking gate
the front lawn a dumpster for other peoples memories
tiles falling off the roof
windows boarded up or smashed 
the big old door stiff with neglect
the sound of squeaking floor boards
is all thats to be heard 
the sickining smell of must in the air 

This used to be a happy place 
full of smiles and joy
the sound of laughter every where
from every girl and boy
what happened here no-one knows
but one the is for sure
that happiness no longer exists
in this house anymore

the gardens over grown
full of grass and weeds
the only movement the swing has
is when its blown by wind
the old tree house is rotting
theres no life in this garden
nothing from a bird to an ant
they don't seem to survive

This used to be a happy place
full of smiles and joy 
the sound of laughter every where
from every girl and boy
what happened here no-one knows
but one thing is for sure
that happiness no longer exists
in this house anymore

Posted: 2005-10-01 16:06:55 UTC

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