A familiar voice across a phoneline
Walls that morph across time
Home is the people
Trusted and true
Home is safe
When the world is cruel
A Loving animal
Both nuisance and joy
Wrapped in warm fur
Such a fluffy boy
Give me my home
Where none need roam
Where I have found safety
And rest
When my tasks are done
Give me a home
A seat by the fire
A tale always told
In fits and spurts
Always one more chapter
Always one more verse
It is a tale being told
All the way from the past
Through to a future not yet seen
A house built of words
It is the home of my memories
The home of my never was
The home that need not be
Because my home
Is always with me
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