To Come Home

I am in my home, a home I call my own,

where I always come and go,

where I always remember and I gather,

my beautiful memories and togetherness.



My angels are here, my friends were here,

my little school is still here and

the old tree I use to shade my self,

still exists,but bigger and greener.



Oh, the weather is great,cool and relaxing,

and the bing cherries,are plump and red,

you'll never guess what else I eat here,

I hope you like them too,cause,

Taco Bells are still the best here.

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