In this Country, in my Home
What makes home special?
There’s a place I love called home.
It allows me to be
Anything I see,
And write my very own tome.
Like the sea has foam,
And a forest has more than one tree,
And theatre troupes have glee,
I move through rooms to just roam.
With colognes, brushes, and a comb
I enjoy the fact that I’m free,
To observe these items and pay the fee
In order to keep hair on the dome.
As I stand on my loam,
I ensure on this horse that I gee
Then turn to the left and adjust my dee
On the saddle glittering with chrome.
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