Home
Is not a house,
Is not a place,
Not a building,
Not a face.
Home
Is not a town,
Not a street
Not the same place
To rest my feet.
Home
Is not a state,
Not a land,
Not anything
I could put in hand. . .
Those rolling hills
I miss so much,
But call that home,
I couldn’t do such
Green , long snakegrass
T’was taller than me
But give it the time
It set me free,
Home
Is not a place,
But I find it here,
In your smiling embrace.














Devious Comments
Comments
my heart melted, this is amazing. definately one of your best!
Kelida D.
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Tastes like crap. . . . ya want some?
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Tastes like crap. . . . ya want some?
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