A POEM SENT TO US

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A POEM SENT TO USE BY ONE OF OUR CUSTOMERS

 

 

 
My Old Garden Shed. As a boy I played here, My special little place, And if I was in trouble And my parents on my case, I would run to my dad’s shed, And hide away, This was my castle, And there I would stay, As I grew older, The shed was still there, But falling into disrepair, The felt on the roof is all ripped and torn And It looks so weathered and worn, I know its days are numbered And I’ll miss it when it’s gone, But I have my memories of days gone by, Of a boy and his shed, his castle his den, And remember my shed way back when.
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