A House
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Nicolette Zagoudis, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2014
Once, there was a house on top of a hill,
The hill had the greenest grass you have ever seen.
The house was freshly painted & taken care of,
You could smell the flowers from your window.
Now there is a rickety old house on top of a hill,
Surrounded by dead prickly grass.
The paint is peeling off the walls the roofs are giving in.
The flowers have rotted away with every else.