A Brick House

You huff and you puff
Trying to blow my walls down
But, you silly little fool
There were others before you
Who attempted miserably
And gave up quickly
To tend to their pride
And left me alone
But, I must admit,
If you really want the truth,
That you are the first
Who has stayed
With a lot more air
To keep this up
So what is it that you want?
A penny for my thoughts?
Well how about a dollar?
And then I'll talk

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