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Song for a Little House

I'M glad our house is a little house,
Not too tall nor too wide:
I'm glad the hovering butterflies
Feel free to come inside.

Our little house is a friendly house.
It is not shy or vain;
It gossips with the talking trees,
And makes friends with the rain.

And quick leaves cast a shimmer of green
Against our whited walls,
And in the phlox, the dutious bees
Are paying duty calls.
Christopher Morley

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A House Is Not A Home

A house is not a home
and now neither is ours
the day you left there world
left our faces with a throne
and though you were ready
we still wish it didn't have to be
cause a house is not a home
when its filled with sadness and misery

Bickering and arguments
left this family in pieces
as rules and laws are bent
and friends go away like diseases
a house is not a home
if a smile no longer comes
and time no longer stops
a house is not a home
if a heart beat feels like a stomp
Robert Roberts

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The Woman With a Hundred Cats

The woman with a hundred cats
had her house invaded one morning
by a hundred rats
The cats chased the rats
And the rats then chased the cats
And they all dirtied up
a hundred door mats
At night the house was invaded
by a hundred bats
Who scared the hundred cats
and the hundred rats
The hundred bats also dirtied up
a hundred door mats
The next morning the house was invaded
by a hundred gnats
Who scared the hundred cats, the hundred rats,
and the hundred bats
Who ran from the house leaving the woman
with a hundred door mats
A hundred pair of shoes sat
on the hundred door mats
The woman cleaned the shoes
To use in search for another hundred cats
Glen Eker

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The house beside the road,
Where people lived
And children played,
Is empty now
And falling down.

The echos of happy feet
Are heard now,
Tapping to the sound
Of Poppy's fiddle,
But the house beside the road
Is empty.

When a gentle voice
Is heard in the house,
It's only a singing breeze
Sifting itself through
The cracks in the roof of
The house beside the road.
Scarlett Treat

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