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Home is where the heart is
That's what all people say
But where really is your home?
Where really is your heart?
People get their hearts filled up
And say it's love
People buy expensive houses
And call them homes
But houses can break
And relationships don't last forever
It gets me thinking
People ask
What's the big deal with this life thing?
What's the purpose of living?
If you are just going to die?
I have no need to think
I just plainly say
Life is precious
It is a gift, be grateful
For some people have already lost theirs
CuteBaby
cutebaby1@iname.com
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