Chapter 7: Describing My Neighborhood
The rustle leaves of the morning dew,
That's all you need on fourth avenue.
To step upon the lush grass,
Your tickling toes don't mind the crass.
The songs of chirps come alive,
You hear the children's laugh with no lie.
Sirens of the mermaid's sailor mouth,
Your worries past when they're gone from the house.
However, as time flies on 4 Quail Court,
All you need to remember is my house is not a fort.
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