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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427735" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The House with Nobody in It</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track<br>I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.<br>I suppose I've passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute<br>And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never have seen a haunted house, but I hear there are such things;<br>That they hold the talk of spirits, their mirth and sorrowings.<br>I know this house isn't haunted, and I wish it were, I do;<br>For it wouldn't be so lonely if it had a ghost or two. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This house on the road to Suffern needs a dozen panes of glass,<br>And somebody ought to weed the walk and take a scythe to the grass.<br>It needs new paint and shingles, and the vines should be trimmed and tied;<br>But what it needs the most of all is some people living inside. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid<br>I'd put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade.<br>I'd buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be<br>And I'd find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, a new house standing empty, with staring window and door,<br>Looks idle, perhaps, and foolish, like a hat on its block in the store.<br>But there's nothing mournful about it; it cannot be sad and lone<br>For the lack of something within it that it has never known. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But a house that has done what a house should do,<br> a house that has sheltered life,<br>That has put its loving wooden arms around a man and his wife,<br>A house that has echoed a baby's laugh and held up his stumbling feet,<br>Is the saddest sight, when it's left alone, that ever your eyes could meet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So whenever I go to Suffern along the Erie track<br>I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back,<br>Yet it hurts me to look at the crumbling roof and the shutters fallen apart,<br>For I can't help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joyce+Kilmer">Joyce Kilmer</a><div class=q>
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I suppose I've passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute
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