Shape Poem

A roof,

A door,

A window,

Are placed orderly.

It may be new or old but it must stay there.

At least maybe it should. Maybe it shouldn’t here.

More come more go but it stays still till broken down.

One story, two story, 3 story, whatever you want.

This have walls to store things no matter what.

It has rooms full of designs and items throughout.

This has a bed, closet, tv, desks, drawers and others.

They have outlets, sinks, showers, air conditioner.

They hold a family for years. Even most important,

Memories that had been shared through laughter,

Even pain, emotions, without luck the best thing.

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