THE ATTIC
 
It's the hardest thing any of us have done.
Put our childhood home on the market.
We all have our homes and new life's.
Going through years of stuff collected.
Each of in silent contemplation n' memory.
We did one floor at a time, the last the attic.
Slowly climbing the stairs, almost dreading.
What could our parents store up there?
Much to our surprise, it was full of flowers.
Our parents had FLOWERS IN THE ATTIC.

DOC DYR
FLOWERS IN THE ATTIC
BOOK TITTLE V.C. ANDREWS
CARI'S CHALLENGE




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