No Eagles in the Oak trees, no oaks left that are any good.
Imaginary willows wave; invented pheasants call.
And the Cherry Trees in Cherry Hill are at the Food Court at the Mall.
Acre lots and sunrooms, 6 bedrooms each with bath.
Perfect for three people, go ahead, you do the math.
Custom moldings, hardwood floors, man-made pond and brook.
Built-in kitchen cabinetry and a library with no books.
We've hardly used the living room; we're here since '92.
For all intents and purposes, the furniture's brand new.
The party's down the block kids, but we have to take the car.
They didn't build any sidewalks here, so even near is far.
We have lots of privacy, people kept at bay.
Those that robbed us loved that; it kept the neighbors far away.
But we see our neighbors everywhere; the school, the soccer meet.We see our neighbors everywhere except on our own street.
The Jenn-Air went in a year ago, their best, it's stainless steel.
Commercial grade appliances to make our gourmet meals.
But we've been so very busy, I guess it's just as well.
That's why our year-old Jenn-Air still has that new car smell.
These towels are Egyptian cotton, and that's the very best.
Those we love can't use them; they're exclusively for guests.
Little Ethan's home from school; he's not feeling well.
Worried sick at 10 years old about acceptance to Cornell.
This is my perfect development, and it's called Surrey Station.
Perfect for almost everything except human habitation.
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