The house next door

I remember the sumptuous partiesEveryone would do anythingJust to have an invitationThe guests were all dressed upThe orchestra starts playing « My way »The gentlman winks gentlyAt the lady next to himChildren were not welcomeNannies would put them to sleepA piece of cake!Promising blueberry pancakesThe following dayI slide quickly under the tableMaking no sound So afraid ofLire la suite « The house next door »

The yellow house

Everytime she was feeling blueShe thought of good old times in the yellow houseWhen winters were cold and bitterShe kept dreaming of the yellow houseIf she was scared of somethingShe thought she was in the yellow houseWhenever she missed her loved onesShe looked at the pictures of the yellow houseIf life was too hard onLire la suite « The yellow house »

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