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 A Room With A View I've always wanted A room with a view A canvas of flowers In periwinkle blue Or a window framing An ocean of green The sunset dripping On aquamarine Though what I see Is nothing of the kind It's a yard cluttered With toys left behind There's a derelict bike And a single white skate Popcicle wrappers And a wooden crate My roses are weeping Their heads hung in plight Draped from a bud Is a red dragon kite To my favorite willow A tree house clings Dangling below An old tire swings The grass isn't lush But dead from foot-races Where tiny feet tread In the same old places The number of holes Has vastly grown Where the dog went in search Of his favorite bone A yellow domed bus Lumbers along Returning its riders To where they belong As the kids round the corner Where alyssum once grew It occurs to me I have a room with a view  TQD |