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home, when can i be with you? laughter around a room.. familiar faces doesn't leave any doom.. under the dusk of moon.. i will be there soon.. scents of fresh buds and dews . it beckons memories many not few.. walking circles with my shoes shifting melodies in cues... in the little kitchen i saw mama in big mittens holding viands and flans exaggerating any bounded plans... outside, lots of puppies running jumping with glee.. some waggles their tail some hounding in frail.. deepening outside.. old faces side by side.. all they are what a sight.. they'll be glad im on cite.. missing home; missing home.. my heart warms just thinking its soon...