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Where I Belong

Home is the people who miss me
When I am far away,
The place I think about
Every minute I am gone.
It is fresh baked bread
And laundry on the line
And kitten paws
And four walls that are my own.
Home is where I belong.

Where I Belong

Home is the people who miss me
When I am far away,
The place I think about
Every minute I am gone.
It is fresh baked bread
And laundry on the line
And kitten paws
And four walls that are my own.
Home is where I belong.

Rachel Thorn, 17

Auburn

 
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