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38 Dream House I built my dream house Without windows or doors— Ceilings or floors— And no room, at all, For even a single wall. I fell in love with the place Long before I realized I’d never need a key To enter or exit. Friends began to wonder Where I actually lived; But I didn’t care to share The address with a soul. Besides, if they chose To stop by and visit, Where would they sit Or stand, for that matter? Really, it was just me And the wide-open space Money could not provide. At no time did I mind The fact that my neighbors Watched each move I made Inside my little shelter, For it was quite clear I had nothing to hide. I must admit, I wish Such bliss, as this, Had found me earlier. If I could only manage it, I’d never leave the house And spend my entire life Under a cover of stars— Asleep on a bed of truth. ...

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