Construction Triolet

I’m dwelling in a small construction zone.
I had to ask for it; I knew I should.
Although I always love to live alone,
I’m dwelling in a small construction zone.
Disrupted daily, trying not to groan,
the work that’s being done is looking good.
I’m dwelling in a small construction zone.
I had to ask for it; I knew I should.

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