Outside

 
I looked at the front door,
and it was a house.

I built it with a lifetime
of living on the edge,
scraping by,
working long hours,
and painstakingly
manifesting my inside outside.

The gardens,
oh my God
the gardens,
and soil hauled.
There is a world of difference
between dirt and soil.
My flowers can tell you.

And the handcrafted nights
and each duck
quaking just jugular choking right,
I made meticulous
into an art form.

And I made the art,
designed the furniture
and created the doorways myself.

The safe room
8 inch steel I-beam
and 115 cubic yards
of concrete.

You can't take a turtle
out its shell.

But you can take
the soul out of a man.

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The front door looks so different
from the outside.

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