Surface Work

Early morning every day
I walk along a certain way
And on my walk, I pass a home
Grey in color, made of stone

Through the windows I can see
Boxes piled high as can be
Taking space and blocking light
Its quite an interesting sight

Even taking up her drive
Are boxes piled far and wide -
But every single day I pass,
She blows the leaves out of her grass.

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