Pallets in the Floor and Midnight Cheese Sandwiches

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 Some of this place
Is how you left it
Drawers full of collections
Rooms full of love
How dare some call them knick knacks.
The collections will go
You'd say it's just stuff.
The colors will change
You'd say you like the blue.
We will make it ours
It already feels like home
Maybe even more than where we are
But you will always be here.
And if children come
However they come
They will be overflowing with love
Like I was.
We will take rides in the pasture
Maybe even the cemetery
and play in the creek
They will know the beauty of the world.
And we will make pallets in the floor for beds
And eat cheese sandwiches late at night
And you will always be here.

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