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A timber house built by a calloused hand
The numb hand that built the stone hearth
The foundation of both laid on uneven ground
By a hand too tempted by haste to mind
Too few nails joining plank to beam
Nor enough mortar to bed stone
Too much need makes way for mindless haste
Always the less in building the less in standing
The hand no more careless than its mind
A mind lost in need unaware of spirit
Spiritless homestead where children dare be born
In a home that has need yet not time
No time for nurturing by the light of the hearth
Soulless fire giving no warmth yet stoking want
A fireplace lacking the ability to feed the souls
of the family starving within the uneven home
Leaving only ghosts who wanted for so much
That the Mantel cracked beneath the load
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