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Old Rusty Barn

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The Rusty Barn Door

The wind creaked open the rusty barn door

There were no horses just the smell of wet straw

A scoop of brown water left in a pale

A shadow of light bares a rats tale


A root of a tree pokes down from the roof

Prickly and prudish and strangely aloof

A green snickers wrapper blows through the straw

The wind blows shut the rusty barn door

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