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Coming home from school to a steaming hot scone That Mum’s has just made Per chance to rest 1 head on your childhood dream infused Pillow bed Feeling safe, warm, cosy Intoxicated by the smell the carpet shed While watched over by mum and dad sleeping in bed Knowing that if we got sick a pan of lentil soup and A hot bath would take care of it Was sadly replaced by grown up stuff And having to knock on the door of the place I called home Which in a strange twist of fate I came to own Doesn’t feel like home because Joby and Dad are not home.