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The old door

The old door stood, faded paint peeling Latches just holding on. It was many years since it had been used. It had been the door to many adventures It had once been a hiding spot for The young children who had played hide and seek behind it. It had been the entrance to the workroom for the farmer who had attached it and painted it with care It had been the entrance to a storage area for the young couple who had inherited it. Now, it stood alone the entrance to an empty room filled with nothing more than the ghosts of former occupants It stood waiting to be cared for and be painted and used once more. It wondered if it would be restored to its former glory or would it be pulled down along with the room behind it and find itself being used to keep someone warm on a cold winters night As it slowly burnt to ash Composed By Jenni Burt




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