Little Red House on the Hill
As children, we used to play
a game called Littler Red House on a Hill.
My family also lived in a little red house on a
hill.
At times it was pink, yellow or white.
I liked it best when it was red.
It was a tiny house for seven people.
We didn’t notice it so much though.
It wasn’t till we went back, after we had all
grown,
we wondered how we had ever lived there.
But it was our house and that’s just the way it
was.
Maybe that’s why we’re still close knit as a
family.
Or maybe that’s why we live so far apart.
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