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Home… what home…
I live in a house with great empty rooms…
I live in a house with no sound no words…
No sound of laughter or good times ring through its halls…
Mom comes in like a breeze from a strong east wind…
Leaves as fast as the afternoon tide…
What makes a home are the people in it...
And the good times that follow…
Without those it’s just an empty space were you live and die.





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