The Old Place
The wallpaper slowly peeled itself apart,
As the chair reads newspaper with a broken heart.
It's mean old owners left it to rot,
So it never moves just sits on the spot.
The room full of holes has lost's strength,
As it has aged a great big length.
The street outside laughs at the poor old room,
As it wishes itself was young and bloom.
However hard the grey room tries,
It will never stop as it slowly dies.
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