![]() The Real-Estate GameA Poem by d. c. smithWith these two blue windows... (How?) The world they see And this thatched roof --- gold For the water, quite steep White-washed walls Red spots from a fire Abandon the halls! Put a sign up for buyers! A chimney rendered useless A chimney proud and smokeless The mansions could use this The mansions could proudly smoke this All wells run dry, By said mansions to the north No use worth a try, When a house has run its course So take out the gasoline And help sprinkle it around When all the mansions' owners Come and burn me to the ground © 2009 d. c. smithReviews
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