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Jan 2015
Wherever I am at the end of the day,
Home calls out to me.
For there, I am most comfortable,
Happy and carefree.

It might not be so fabulous
Like the many that I see.
But there’s no place like home;
And it belongs to me.
Written by
walterrean salley  usa
(usa)   
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