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For Sale

My home for fourteen years, but, in your eyes,
It's termed a saleable commodity.
Absurd to feel defensive, but it's me
You're wounding when you pause to criticise
A creaking door, or look with pained surprise
At peeling paint. Somehow I didn't see
Those grubby marks until you came; the tree
You call a hazard is a friend I prize.
I shall grow hardened to this new-found pain,
I shall show people round and gain the skill
Of placing potted plants to hide the stain
That time has wreaked upon the window-sill.
But, as a traitor, how can I explain
To bricks and mortar that I love it still?

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another good sonnet i relate to, mary. just this morning i was talking with my brother and sister-in-law as we were on a morning walk about all that goes into the upkeep of a house. -glen
Well Expressed......10s
sensetive, simple and touching. home is home
'But, as a traitor, how can I explain To bricks and mortar that I love it still? ' Amazing poem 10++
home is where the heart is cocoon of security and affinity a sensitive write
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