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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.
©2003-2009 ~roundup-2003
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Submitted: October 17, 2003
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Hmmmmm. . . .thinking, dreaming. . . .
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owwwwww....
my heart melted, this is amazing. definately one of your best! =)
Kelida D.
thanks. I wasn't so sure about this one. . . . just kind of typed it up non the fly. . . . I got the idea when I visited :juliev6: and read her journal entry. . .

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Tastes like crap. . . . ya want some?
Well done, it does invoke a warm feeling.
thanks, this one turned out a little different than it started off. . . guess it turned out better than I planned it.

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Tastes like crap. . . . ya want some?
wow... another one of yours that i really like, and it invokes a strong feeling of want in me, of loneliness, and i could ramble about that but the point is that you stirred emotions in me and so i think this is a good poem... :+fav:

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