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Dirty little fingerprints upon the walls and doors, Nicks along the furniture and scratches on the floors, And rough and tumble games that shake the rafters through the years, 'Til Mother thinks the place is coming downs about her ears.
"Why there'll be nothing left of it," she says, but, after while, She looks about the battered house and murmurs with a smile: "We're trading it for treasures we can keep for ever after-- A host of precious memories of fun and happy laughter."
FRANCIS ROYSTER WILLIAMS
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