The Home Poem
The Home Poem
WHEN I open up my door,
my mind fills with joy galore.
My home is where I can be a little bit mean,
and it's where I feel safe when I have a bad dream.
My home is where me and my family live,
me and my mom and my three siblings.
We all live together, and a home is where we live.
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