My Home Poem
My home is great. We never debate
My home is nice. Just like the dripping ice.
We are united. Because we are not frightened.
Never been scared because we are always cared
We have lots of paintings on the wall. Our house is colored like fall.
We are talking loud into a microphone.
This is the place we call HOME.
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