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Thursday, 26 September 2013
HOME IS
home is
where the toast burns and the beanies hang and the cat sits home is where the suns sets and the chair creeks and the familys been home is where memories live and the bed waits and the toys live home is where the quiet is and the passport says and the door locks home is
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