At Home
At home you see gnomes.
I love to roam at my home.
As I comb my hair I say a prayer.
A home is so nice I wish I said that twice.
As I paint my nails I read my tales.
My dada says haha as I say a joke while I make a cloak.
As I dance I prance.
I hug on my rug.
My mom’s style makes me smile.
Remind me!
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