With all of the texture throughout the house finished yesterday, the first coat of primer paint went on the walls today. Thought I would post a picture of the poetry found in one of our bedroom closets before it was gone forever. ~ A cryptic reminder of the sad economic times that the real estate market is currently in. So many people have been affected by such loss. A house 17 years my home
soon not my own
twas me not mine
these wheels keep on turnin'
and all I've lost's my treadmill
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