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Home By: Balreet My home looks like a house Where you’ll never find a crowd It looks fancy at first But when you keep going your Impression is reversed You’ll feel cold at first but when you jump In the blanket You’ll feel all wrapped up My house is sometimes loud Like a crowd I know my house better than a map That’s why I don’t need to do laps You won’t know where everything Is at first But when you get to know it, you’ll know it in a burst