The house stood there depleted yet strong
With memories foregone yet guarded
The windows with a magical aura
In a perfect assortment
In a perfect alignment
The rails red and white
With tales of dread and plight
The walls blue and white
With tales of dew and kite
The insides with a surprisingly bright hollow
Whispering tales of laughter and love
That withstood the dreads and plights
With a spirit so strong that
The winds never shook them
The rains never soaked them
The steps with cracked edges
That echoes the chatter of whimsical tots
Whose tiny feets scurried up and down
With the naughtiest grins and gales
The house whispered too many tales
To those who stopped by to listen and fathom!

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