Nobody knows the age of my home
Good high ground, large lot, huge trees
Giant Magnolia
Never had one
I always buy an old home
They speak
Once we rented a very spooky big stone home
One stone “1789” coach house on a river
It had burned completely at least once
And refitted
In heavy rain late at night
A car stopped and yelled the roof is on fire
I caught an eel in the small crick
Not far from the dry canal
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