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Home was the sound of the djembe As the beat of the cowbells Joins the grooving melody Filling the world Black girl braids Flying And jiving Feet bouncing and flouncing Create a music of their own Home was the timbre of the chop saw As the purr of the transformers Joined by the flare of the drill Screamo blares Loving And teasing Voices filling up the room The family dinner song Home was The Bumble bee tuna As sung by tone deaf voices And endless refrains Fill in the void That was never open A harmony And chorus Of Wandering pitches Home was The aroma of a chai latte As fresh air hit our faces Joining the snickerdoodle scent a lunchtime escapade music blaring heat blasting laughs trilling (Stanza Break) Home was The feeling of love As you walk into your family Join those you love those you cherish and feel safe
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
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Home was the sound of the djembe As the beat of the cowbells Joins the grooving melody Filling the world Black girl braids Flying And jiving Feet bouncing and flouncing Create a music of their own Home was the timbre of the chop saw As the purr of the transformers Joined by the flare of the drill Screamo blares Loving And teasing Voices filling up the room The family dinner song Home was The Bumble bee tuna As sung by tone deaf voices And endless refrains Fill in the void That was never open A harmony And chorus Of Wandering pitches Home was The aroma of a chai latte As fresh air hit our faces Joining the snickerdoodle scent a lunchtime escapade music blaring heat blasting laughs trilling (Stanza Break) Home was The feeling of love As you walk into your family Join those you love those you cherish and feel safe
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nolia-joy
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
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