It looked homely and nice inside.
“Well” said I, “You certainly have a
Way with things, searching out just the right
things for the right spots. You know just
where everything belongs” The room radiated
with warmth. Attachments hung
off the walls, down off the ceilings and up
from off the floor. Having passed
a pleasant and entertaining evening in these familiar and
comforting surroundings, I took my leave,
climbed the stairs
and entered my own room.
There was nothing at all in there. Save
For a small brown screw-driver poised on
The mantel piece.
Friday, 2 April 2010
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