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My House
My House Please come visit But not today I can’t allow You to see my home This way When I go in I must kick this And throw that I have pets The trash is scattered By our little cat Have to toss things off From the nearest chair To have a seat It’s a time that I can’t Remove my shoes might hurt my feet But come again When you see me smile Cause when I am happy When my mind is calm And cares are gone Your visit doesn’t have To be standing on my lawn.
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