Home is where you hang your hat
Are greeted by your friendly cat
Where every thing around in view
Is really just a part of you
There’s nothing like your comfy bed
A place to rest your sleepy head
A peaceful haven so it seems
the source of all your wondrous dreams
when seated in your old armchair
you feel relaxed and free from care
and wonder why you ever roam
from this heaven you call home.
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