Home
Home is where you can have fun.
Home is home for everyone.
It's a place where you can rest.
It's a place where you can do your best.
There, you will feel safe.
Home
Home is where you can have fun.
Home is home for everyone.
It's a place where you can rest.
It's a place where you can do your best.
There, you will feel safe.
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Twas the night before | 0 | 08/21/2011 |
Tears from my eyes | 0 | 05/01/2010 |
My Grandfather Clock Written by me and my friend Miss Thompson | 3 | 01/24/2010 |
Friends | 1 | 09/26/2009 |
Home | 1 | 09/26/2009 |
Winter | 2 | 09/26/2009 |
Bear in my backyard! | 2 | 06/29/2009 |
School | 3 | 06/27/2009 |
Starlight | 3 | 06/27/2009 |
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