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Feb 2013
Home she said, what a bitter word,
A deficient meaning, frequently transferred.
Home is where the heart is, where you reside,
Let me kick you out, no longer inside.
Run little lion man, fast and swift.
Your perception of us may it shift.
Run, run faster.
Or stand up finally, end this disaster.
Please.
Paige Prince Stewart
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