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Echoes of A Rifle

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Echoes of A Rifle

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Hey Everyone, Thought I would share one of my poems with you all. Enjoy!

It was to be a simple build
of what was to become a house
But told to add on for blood that spilled
With enough spaces to confuse even a mouse

So it went on for months and years
Men everyday hard at work
Adding on features hidden with fears
The lady of the house slowly going berserk

They put in windows against walls
Doors and stairs that lead to no where
For as long as the echoes call
She tells them to build without concern or care

Each stairwell ending in thirteen
of all kinds straight, angled and spiral
Even today workers are still seen
Whistling Dixie as they nail and smile

Taking a count of the rooms within
May lead to a chilling revelation
Since constant building would forgive sin
The number can only be an estimation

The whispering of voices carry on
as the spirits seem ever so delightful
The men hard a work still, never gone
All from the echoes of a rifle
Justin Bienvenue--Author--Like A Box of Chocolates
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