The House that Stands on Murdoch GrangeA Poem by remsA portrait of a decaying house, near Old Sounding SoundThere's nowhere quite as marred by age as the house that stood on Murdoch Grange. The windows hang, the basement's caved, the floors have all been rearranged. The mice and rats have made their homes beneath the fancy paving stones; And there’s a big old bear that roams betwixt the conifers and cones. While someone’s broken all the glass, in all the decades that have passed; despite the odds? The house still stands. The Grange, the strangest thing to last.
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