Saturday, January 16, 2016

Easy Street

There is a house on
Easy Street
Where you come to visit me,
Gifting me with your time
Wrapped in a hug-shaped bow.
And if fortune smiles
A gift of a story,
Perhaps contrived for the first
And only time
Fills the moment,
And spawns a smile
A tear
Some tea
And a laugh that echoes on.
There is a house on Easy Street
And you are welcome here.
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