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My Home Base
I grew up having a diligent lifetime,
so I tried to never miss lunchtime.
My parents protected and loved me through my struggles,
and helped me solve my life’s problem puzzles.
My parents saved up and bought a house,
but it may not be a penthouse.
They were committed to raise a family of six,
and it did the trick.
My house is light yellow,
with the trim as the color of a marshmallow.
It lays with red brick,
and it runs from the bottom to the tip.
I live in a place where deer roam the woods,
surrounding the neighborhood.
My family sees wildlife everyday,
and my little brother and I can have horse play.
Here, I grew up,
and got my first pup.
He was tiny and chubby,
and loved scratches on his belly.
This isn’t my birthplace,
but it’s my home base.
I’m glad to call it mine,
and one day carry on my bloodline.

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