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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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