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Feb 2016
A house is where my bed lays with a pillow
and fresh linen
A house is where I spend my nights
and although it may have kin in
A house is just a space in which
to hang the pretty lights
A house is not a home
unless I have you in my sight
Annie McLaughlin
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Annie McLaughlin  18/F/Arkansas
(18/F/Arkansas)   
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