Our Hardware Store Memoir in Verse
the journal of literature and the arts at saint david ’ s school
Our Hardware Store Memoir in Verse
To most , it ’ s just a store Unseen by passersby , But for me It ’ s where many memories lie .
To most , it ’ s unremarkable Garden-variety Run-of-the mill Unseen by passersby , But not me . Memories are ingrained here Like they were drilled in By the screw of love .
The cold air outside fades away Like water on a beach , Receding back into the deep . The bell above the door rings As the door starts to swing .
Butters comes running by , Her tail wagging with joy .
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