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Settling in (Other) by INTRANSIT
Winter is sliding in,
I can hear it in
the way the garage door
squeals against it's track.
The washer and dryer fight
like brother and sister,
my front door asks:
"Whoooo are you?"
The ceiling fan hums,
whirrs and tinks a sconce.
Turning the heat up, the motor
shudders to a start; ducts
bwong in approval.
Still, there's one room that
hoards the blankets and re-
fuses to warm up.
I make my way towards the
bathroom as the floor groans
adoringly, and the plumbing
sings its' vibrato welcome
as the tub fills slowly.
I sink in and listen to
the house pulling
the siding tight.
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Arithmetic Mean: 7.2
Weighted score: 5.2622466
Overall Rank: 3965
Posted: March 13, 2006 2:27 PM PST; Last modified: March 16, 2006 11:23 AM PST
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I trust you don't have to live in your motor all winter?