HOME SWEET HOME
Home is a place of rest
Provides relief from Stress
Love hovers over homes nest
The water of the path in home leads
To a place of calm
A place free from harm
Baths and soaks for relaxation of the inner soul
It’s a Home sweet Home
Smells of fresh bacon fill the air
Laughter is in the everywhere
Fragrance of fresh baked bread
Happiness abounds as babies cry
Coming home is best when it has peace
No fussing no loud fights and no strife
Just one great peaceful and happy life
Flowers brighten up the whole house
the smell of fresh flowers
Home sweet Home
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She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
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