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A Shack on Mary’s driveOn Mary’s Drive I dwellAccompanied by fewTo this day I’m the smallest shackMary’s drive has ever knewSurrounding me are housesMuch bigger, much more strongTheir walls are covered in hard red brickMaterial for 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 known as “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 grinI’m much too old and tinyYet somehow I still winLook past my broken hinges Look through my window smallDeep within me, a group of threeThey’ve close to nothing at all As they look upon their neighborsI look upon 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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