My home isn’t as high as a dome
But gives a feel as sweet as honey in a honeycomb;
It doesn’t hold much, but you can’t miss a comb.
From there I follow my dreams,
Reach for the stars, not the streams
But never forget my home
Or that my home is my home.
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Ah, home sweet home.
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Thank you so much, Miriam.
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Homes don’t need to be large in order to be cherished 🙂
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That’s the one million dollar idea, Josh. Thanks for reading and commenting. I really appreciate.
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Lovely poem, lovely photo!
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Cool, thank you so much. I really appreciate you for reading and commenting.
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It’s nice. This home can be literal and figurative. Very important to realize home is home and is to never be forgotten!
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Thank you Rose for reading and commenting.
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Home IS where your heart is! Nice to see you here at photography 101 🙂
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Nice to see you here too, Raili. Thank you so much for reading and commenting. 🙂
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The trees in the foreground are lovely. Trees are some of my favorite things. Thanks for sharing this photo!
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Thank you Marie for reading and commenting. I really appreciate you for your kind gestures.
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