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Not Trash At All
Behind an old rotten box,
lies a home for the lonely and unsatisfied
and while trash looks like torn leaves,
trash can be a treasure
and even create pleasure,
in delicate forms of laughs and smiles.
And on those nights when all is unkempt
pay little attention to the day,
but when dirty corners
are filled with simple revelries,
never let the day fade.
Treasure it; it's home of the gods.
Home Sweet Home
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