Home Poem
Home is where I comb,I have a cat who is fat,
when I cry I fly, my cat sits on a mat, I give my mom a hug, she gives me a pug, I like to eat chips and do a cool flip, I do the floss and then I have fat loss, I lay my head on a Fluffy pillow like a sheep’s dream about ice cream, when I'm sad I watch my iPad, when I’m mad, I’m glad, I love my home.
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