Flawlets

My place has stood for over four score years,
and wasn’t built that carefully to start.
So though I’m soft and thoughtful, it appears
to often show some problem. I take part
maintaining, and repair’s not in arrears;
the restoration six years past was smart.
But now I’m noting issues, nothing dread,
that might need action in the months ahead.

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