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　　Not a flat. Not an apartment in back. Not a man's house. Not a daddy's. A house all my own. With my porch and my pillow,tod's outlet, my pretty purple petunias. My books and my stories. My two shoes waiting beside the bed. Nobody to shake a stick at. Nobody's garbage to pick up after.　　Only a house quiet as snow,Tod's Women's shoes, a space for myself to go,tods moccasin, clean as paper before the poem.