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THE HOUSE
The house on the hill grows older and the hallways are much colder than a time when all was bolder. It will molder, it will molder. At one time it was well painted but the color now is tainted ‘cause all work on it abated. Described fainted, described fainted. If the day comes it does fall down in the past it will surely drown causing the onlookers to frown, those from the town, those from the town. Unless it is bought for repair, someone might look and find it fair, thinking he has the time to share. I think I care, I think I care. 10/13/07 ![]() A Monotetra, All words are proper usage.
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