The Shack, The Shed
The shack
The shed
The grass has bred
The leaves are dry
The trees are dead
The path forgot where once it led
The birds no longer fly the sky
The wind whispers words once said
There is no looking back, no looking ahead
It's been abandoned
The place is fled
The shack
The shanty
The shelter
The shed
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