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Close to home
All this time,
six well-used deer beds
just out of sight from the porch!
The old outhouse
half-fallen into its hole—
how long has the roof been gone?
Even the snowy hillside,
the way it bends the trees’
harp-string shadows…
Poems on the topic: outhouse
Poems on the topic “outhouse” on Poets.by.
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