The Sweeping BeautyA Poem by EMMIE
The brick house
What a sight to see So eloquent and peaceful Strong and standing tall A beauty on the outside Rotting on the inside Dirt to the ceiling And the Sweeping Beauty Sweeps the dirt Right under the rug No one would see Under the rug Sweeping Beauty Locks the snakes In the room with no windows Sweeps the broken glass In an isolated corner Fills the empty fruit basket With plastic apples and oranges And when the beautiful brick house Starts to rot again She repeats the cycle The Sweeping beauty Have you been to her house Are you there now I am
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