Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Home Is Home

I always love to come home .
I can cry ,laugh and pray
Whenever I come home
And nobody tells me to stop .
When I come home ,
I listen with mom
That is right listen with mom .
When I come home
Dad and I have fun .
When I come home ,
And I haven't gone to bed yet
Then its not tomorrow yet .
When I come home ,
I have no disability  .
I have just more drive .
I am home today .
                   by Brock





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