HOME IS MY WORLD
Home is where the dogs sound like hyenas
They don’t stop barking
Home is where walking home with rods and lures
And with a great big bass in a bucket
With a hook still in its mouth
Home is where I can smell my sisters perfume
From a mile away with even a sniffle
Remind me!
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