A Homes Standing
What is a home; but of brick and mortor, beams and four walls that precisely meet of precision on all four corners squared and meet together in perfect harmony.
What is a home; what with its table with its percisioned four corners square and its adornments of anchored legs and seats to decorate and complete amongst the table in front of them.
What is a home; AAH! With all unity of walls, chairs and table yet not so much as a disagreement amongst their shapely shadowy veils. plates thats shared at my table, casting a happy, peaceful warm glowy forms upon the walls.
What is a home; of just percise form without four dear friends to happily share and pass the cups and plates thats being shared at my bliss in the shadows that dance upon table casting a warm peacful and harmonious bow the walls.
AAH! Yes my friend this is a home that my father in heaven has made for me be welcome to share with you and any whom would like and to this I say Come and be Welcome.
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