My Playhouse Fort

December 13, 2011
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Swing open that back gate,
roll on down the peak.
As the puppy excitedly races
with paws so close we shriek!

Gather leaves and flowers whole
to peel and chop, then mix and pour
the delicious soups into a bowl.
And deliver to our door.

Walls that billow in the wind,
held by staples and tape;
Allow for only an entrance
and a quick yellow escape.

Whether as a fancy café
or a relaxing spa resort:
It was the perfect hideaway-
My playhouse fort.





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