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A Shack on Mary’s driveOn Mary’s Drive I dwellAccompanied by fewTo this day I am the smallest shackMary’s drive has ever knewSurrounding me are housesMuch bigger, much more strongTheir walls are covered in hard red brickMaterial of which I longThey were shacks once long agoThis fact I know as trueYet unlike me made out of treeReceived they materials newWithin those brick lined wallsLies a group of their own breedFamilies containing “the nation’s bestâ€ÂFill their homes with greedA shack on Mary’s DriveOn Mary’s Drive I dwellMy walls are old and woodenFar from an easy sellWith all these facts against meI cannot help but grinThe other’s materials are beautifulYet somehow I still winLook past my broken hinges Look through my window smallInside of me lives a group of threeOwning close to nothing at allThey look onto their neighborsAs I look onto mineWe may not have those hard red bricksBut we’ll remain just fineWhat we possess is FAMILYAnd yes that is a wealthWe’ll stick together through the rainThrough sickness and through health-ME- <33333
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