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A House To Call My Own

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Not a trailer. Not a apartment. Not any parents to tell me what to do. A house all my own. Two stories tall, painted a light sky blue. With a white wooden fence surrounding my home to protect. With red roses, daises, and purple tulips that hug my house. My house with a pool in the back yard. A kitchen stocked with all my favorite foods. And no one to share them with. A border collie puppy at my side at all times. All to myself. No one to yell at or pick up things that are not mine.

My house. My home. Quite as feathers falling from the sky. A place to call my own. Clean as a paper before a artwork painting.





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