Six little bricks made up the tiny hut.
Some were crumbly and some were not.
I lived inside and hoped that the strong ones would stand
One day, they all
fell down on me
And covered me with a layer of fine dust
I stood up and realised
It wasn’t so bad after all.
2 comments:
So when are you going to rebuild it?:-)
It never is that bad. Sigh.
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