The House Next Door

by karma   Jun 12, 2005


The house next door .
It was a big house with a wooden floor.The gigantic door was dark and scary.It used to have an owner
and his name was Larry. He was an old man and he was weird. He had hair on his face and had a beard. He was there in the day and left in the night. But in the night he was nowhere in sight.I don't no what happened to the guy next door, but every night i hear a squeaky wooden floor.

This poem was written by my son
"Frankie Mora"

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