On Dorset Avenue
There was a gray house
With a secret staircase
And a clown
with a sad face
And there were four panes of stained glass
And a backyard full of grass
And two little chairs
And swirls on the stairs
And a mantel between windows
And a place to warm toes
And two beds in the attic
where guests could doze
And African violets
by the back door
All over the house
There was wood galore
Goodbye family room
Goodbye tiger in my bedroom
Goodbye dog in the dining room
Goodbye hoop
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