my summer home.
throw in another fake
plant.
a picture for the wall.
some people call it my basement.
but i call
it my summer
home,
my retreat from
the heat.
it's cooler down there.
more shade
more room to stretch out.
even my dog
thinks it's the bomb.
there's a big
fan, there's windows
if a breeze occurs.
if you want me, or need
anything, you'll know
where to find me.
in my summer home
twelve steps down.
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