poem two

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HOME

we may all grow up to do different things

we may all grow out of this place in different ways.

but this place will always be our homes

will always be where our yard gnomes

sit and wait for us to come.

and while that may sound dumb

everyone has a place

where they call their place.

and this is ours.

- S

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