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My Home

My Home 
by Neo Hosteen

Home smells good
because when you walk in
it smells like good fry bread 

When you  touch the door knob it is smooth
when you touch the chairs are soft 

When you taste the food that was made 
you think your loved ones are there with you 

When you hear the food cook
the laughter of little kids
you know you’re at home
you’re safe at last

This poem makes me...
  • Think (5%)
  • Smile (35%)
  • Somber (0%)
  • Surprised (10%)
  • Feel a Connection (35%)
  • Inspired (15%)
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