Sensory Home Poem
I see my dog Midnight’s soft black and white fur. He has a loving heart.
I feel good, happy, and sensitive at home.
I smell my mom cooking Tapas in the kitchen next to the living room.
I taste the steaming hot Tapas served to me in a bowl and they are delicious.
I hear Midnight barking.
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