My Home
At home, I use my senses:
I curl up in a cozy nook,
Feeling papery pages of a book.
I taste mom’s cakes,
So warm and sweet.
The joy of home just can’t be beat!
I hear my puppy’s happy barks,
And see her muddy paw print marks,
I smell the scent of cooking sweet.
My love of home just can’t be beat!
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