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The Lonely House · Ririro.com - Poetry

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Speaker 1: The lonely house. I know some lonely houses off the
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Speaker 1: road a robber'd like the look of. Wooden barred and
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Speaker 1: windows hanging low, inviting to a portico where two could creep.
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Speaker 1: One hand the tools, the other peep to make sure
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Speaker 1: all's asleep. Old-fashioned eyes. Not easy to surprise. How orderly
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Speaker 1: the kitchens look by night with just a clock. But
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Speaker 1: they could gag the tick and mice won't bark. And
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Speaker 1: so the walls don't tell. A pair of spectacles afar
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Speaker 1: just stir, an almanac's aware. Was it the mat winked
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Speaker 1: or a nervous star? The moon slides down the stair
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Speaker 1: to see who's there. There's plunder. Where? Tankard or spoon,
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Speaker 1: earring or stone, a watch, some ancient brooch to match
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Speaker 1: the grandmama, stayed sleeping there. Day rattles too, stealth slow.
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Speaker 1: The sun has got as far as the third sycamore.
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Speaker 1: Screams chanticleer, who's there? And echoes trains away, sneer, where?
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Speaker 1: While the old couple, just a stir, fancy the sunrise
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Speaker 1: left the door ajar.