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Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home My childhood home Is cherished Memories filled with Silver and gold And sometimes pure cold. No one told me It would go with me Where ever I go When I roam from Town to town I carry it with me I open the door Each night when I go to sleep And dream. I can’t shake What I learned And what I didn’t Learn inside My honeycomb I can’t stop Moaning About that Home.

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Date: 10/24/2010 5:41:00 AM
Nice elegiac feelings on home, Marie
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