Home Poem
Roses are red, violets are blue,
My house smells like running shoes.
When I am home, I don’t feel alone.
It’s safe and fun, and I get things done.
I hear laughter even when I’m by myself,
No brother around, just my phone on the shelf.
Remind me!
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