A poem about my home
My bed is warm, my pillows are fluffed
My siblings are crazy and can be rough.
My parents are loving, they are always hugging,
I have a roof over my head,
I am so lucky to have a bed.
Home is having food to eat, my favourite is salad,
it makes me want to sing a ballad.
I'm so lucky to have a home and a family to love.
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