Home is where the Heart is

February 17, 2016

For those who don't own a home-

As bland as it is to say

Imagine the pain, the dismay

of not being able to curl up in one's abode

People say all roads lead to Rome

So despite all the bills to pay

and the damage, come what may,

I can't live without a home!

Whether I'm trapped on a island, surrounded by sand

I'll be perfectly fine inside my own plot of land

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cornchowderFeb 17, 2016

<p>Oh jeez, it was broken into lines before, could someone please help me format this? It won't let me break it down for some reason.</p>