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Created on: March 22, 2009
Once upon a time
Not so long ago
There was a family living, loving and happy here
Til one of them was laid off
And there was no money to pay the mortgage
Or the bills
They tried but the outgo was bigger than their income
They couldn't keep up, and the bill collectors called
Then the bank stepped in
Took the house from them
Now there's a lock on the door
To keep out the junkies and homeless people
The corpse of what was once a home
With vacant windows
And peeling paint
Sits surrounded by high weeds
Awaiting auction to the highest bidder.
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Windows, roof and doors.
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It
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Not so long ago
There was a family living, loving and happy here
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Foreclosed
Limp brown grass
in moldy knots
frames an empty house.
A broken gate hangs
by a rusted tendon
and sings a high pitched
Foreclosure
Excuse me Mr. Citibank, could you tell me please, my little girl would like to know, when we are asked to vacate,