My Poem of My Home
Once I'm home I see my dog jump on me like a tackle. This is how she greets me.
I smell the dinner "aka" potato and leek soup.
I hear voices and mum working and family discussions.
I touch my dads PS4 controller.
I taste yummy Oreo cookies soaked in milk.
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