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Home,  not made of sticks and stones

Resides always inside these bones

No bricks, boards, shingles, hearth

But ever present within my heart.

Matters not where the spirit roams

If I live, it is at home.

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Posted October 22, 2012 by PapaBear in Poetry

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3 responses to “Home

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  1. Lovely!

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