He answered
My repeated prayer.
"God, please,
Give us this house."
Everything's flipped.
The layout
Of the house.
Turn left as usual,
And you'll run into a wall.
Caring landlord.
One who won't let
A raccoon and squirrels
Make a home in your walls.
Everything is different,
But it'll be the same
In all the best ways.
I pray.
I prayed.
Then God's light came out
From behind the clouds
And it no longer rains,
But my tears of joy pour.
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