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| Big Room, 1948, by Andrew Wyeth |
and without lacy nets left to drape
in front of the transparent windows, you see,
we'll be saddened if folks start to gape
and peer through the glass here to watch us all day,
or worse, to survey us by night,
when maybe an unguarded action or two
could really give someone a fright.
Bright sun through the windows will ruin the floors,
the carpets, the parquet, the rugs
and with no roaring fire alight in the grate,
we'll have to keep warm using hugs!
Written for Mag 132
