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THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME A WOODEN OLD HOUSE BUILT OUT OF TREE LIMBS AND PAPER BOXES THE SMILE OF BURN WOOD FROM A BURNING BURREL OF LEAVES CRACK WINDOWS THAT LENGER FROM THE OUTSIDE A OLD ROCKING CHAIR BY THE FIREPLACE THAT CRACKLES FROM ROTTEN CRUSHED CANS A OLD HOUSE SITS OUT IN THE WOODS LIKE A WOODSTOCK OF FRIGHTENING BIRD'S OF PREY WIND BLOWS THROUGH THE OLD HOUSE SHIVERING FROM OLD AGE SITTING THERE WONDERING WHO WILL MAKE IT A PLACE OF HOME THE SOUND OF THE HOUSE SINGS LOUD LIKE A TEMPLE OF DOME THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME