Poetry

By Eurdis Nail Greer

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Where There No Children

Who cares to clean an unused room?

Why, there's no need to lift a broom.

Last month's dust still lying there, And who's to care?

The stove's been cold a long, long time.

No need to cook for one to dine and throw leftovers out the door to pets, who beg for more.

I'd have no need to work so hard to mend that fence in my backyard for kids and dogs to roam...

Were There No Children

coming home.

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