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The Dream House
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The Dream House |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA 
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You drive up into the driveway And walk up the steps Unlock the front door And walk inside You hear the creak Of the wood floors As you walk room From room The walls are painted All white in some rooms But different colors In the others The furniture is made Of oak (a hard wood) The bathrooms are tiled The bedrooms are big and spacious In this your dream house Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Not my dream house Julie, I bet it is your though? Mine is a wood cabin just far enough from shopping LOL, and I would be one happy camper. |
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ThunderMage Senior Member
since 2002-06-20
Posts 812Canada |
I've known that feeling... if only that dream could be real... What is life without poetry and adventure? |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Very nicely done. Eric |
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