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Home Sweet Home

Oh! My home, my sweet home When shall see my home? Away from home in a far place, i remember my sweet home where there is no hunger. Wake up in the morning and in a jiffy food would be stirring at you. My sweet home situated in the outskirts of the ever business booming big city of boomerang very close to the Niagara Falls which is called the city of angels. Oh my sweet home. I will never forget my home, where toads and frogs used to combine to form a mass choir in the middle of the night and giving us a horrible selection of tunes especially when the rain has just subsided. Oh how I miss my sweet home Fall sick and you are immediately healed by the pampering you get Nothing can compare to my home sweet home When shall I see my home?

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