House 101 Dalmatian Street(partially done)

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Our hallway’s cramped—but not from stuff Like furniture; it’s sheer disgrace! A battlefield of boots all year, With pajamas falling all over the place. There’s Uncle Vitya’s jacket, too— It’s hung there five years, ignoring the hook. Even the moths said: "Does this thing Exist? It ought to get down, look!" And the door key? Where is it? Right here! In a jacket pocket, a slipper, a vase... We search for an hour, then find it at last In a sock stuck deep in the toilet base.