i sit alone
and watch the gnome
across the street
it stares
at who and what
if it's in front
i'm not sure
it cares
if i had known
i would atone
and leave
it rest
but it's too late
to change it's fate
from the garbage bin
it wears
i've won this round
told by the sound
by the hammer as
it died
so i sit alone
in my empty home
as the cat looks up
it dares
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