The Woodpile

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Is this woodpile just a load of junk,

The parts which have fallen off,

Never to be affixed again.

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Or are they a shelter,

Made from the errors and mistakes,

Providing a refuge; where I can store the sorrow.

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Until it becomes an evitable joy.

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