The House on the Hill – Edwin Arlington Robinson
They are all gone away,
Memories that piled up
Liked old, unused books.
They tore down the House
In the middle of Ruff Street
Three years ago. The roll on
Roofing, rough lumber porch,
Mimosa tree are all gone.
Now all that’s left is an empty
Lot, its getting harder for me
To remember what everything
Looked like back then.
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