The low wall that surounded it
Is now mostly tumbled down
The gate once white, now hangs at an angle
The garden is rank with weeds and grasses
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What a lovely description of a home that once was. The chair leaning drunkenly was perfect, and the doll with the missing hair and eyes. Lovely!