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Home is a place that smells like cookies,
Because you just made brookies.
Home is a place where you can express yourself in any way,
And loved ones are common so you won't stray.
Home is a place where if you cry,
Your home will ask why?
Home is a place where you may run in your underwear,
And no one will care.
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