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Savio Fonseca Jun 11
Your Home, is a Temple,
Where the Roof, is your Own.
A place, where U grew up
and a place, where Love Shone.
Never will U find,
Tears lying on the Floor.
Beautiful Memories of the past,
are hidden behind each Door.
Wisdom lies on the Bookshelf
and Laughter lights each Room.
There's a Vase on the Table,
Where Flowers always Bloom.
Don't take anyone's advice,
as how to paint each Wall.
Your Home is a private Shelter,
U ought to make that Call.

— The End —