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Like a slab to the footings So close and load-bearing Slightly ajar for a little movement For the earth is sometimes shaken, with emotion So it won’t break; a fallen heaven Like columns to the beams One keeps standing so the other can keep hanging shouldn’t be too close, less its superfluous shouldn’t be too far, for the span isn’t limitless they must meet at an accurate angle knotted with bolt, nuts and dowel bonding into one composition, like angels with wings to the body, yet invisible Like walls to the windows and doors There’ll be neither without Though, must not always be with Like rafters to the roof Hold it at a distance in the drove Layered with a fiberglass insulation Warm, tight like a blanket of love Concealed; an undercover peace dove to the gutters that keep them waterproof Nay, neither should move nor be removed.

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