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THE DOLL HOUSE

When my uncle died,

it was decided

to build a doll house

out of his bones.

After some hot water

and lots of scrubbing,

we were ready.

With my sister and I

perched at either shoulder

and an army of screws,

Dad began to build.

A sense of calm came

over the family and

hovered there, smugly.

It was like Christmas

all over again,

only this time

no one got spanked.