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You won't find mine In some building
It will be found while we're all mingling
You won’t find it some picture
You will find it while were gathered around a bake mixture
You won’t find it while we’re moving through church
But while we're strolling through the yard.
Home isn't about what roof you have
But who you share that roof with
Home is about where you feel safe
It isn't the address on the mailbox
Home is where the love is radiated from wall to wall
This poem is about:
Me
My family