Maybe the basement holds water
While the pool cracks in the sun
And the hole in the kitchen ceiling
Leads to the burned-out chimney
and the window screens rip
and whip in the summer wind.
They say the hail ruined the roof,
Knocked the guttering askew,
Pitted and gouged the poor siding.
No doubt, I know, all this is true.
But no damages mean no living.
You and I limp together, battered
And broken in the ways of love.
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