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Read Poem: MY HOUSE SOUNDS LIKE A SHIP, by Ray Blaze

As I lay in bed resting my youth, I hear the walls crackling around, Escaped seconds are profound, Mark Twain saved me a minute; My rooms falls on the yard, Nearby the trees bruits growing, The hard wind beats by … Continue reading

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