Home is where the heart is.

He walked out the door with no returning glance.
That old decrepit ruin didn't stand a chance.
Many years had passed him by and most seemed so dreary.
Many seemed locked away, a bad choice made, in theory.
But when the first night came to sleep in his bed fluffy as a cloud,
all he wanted to do was say this piece aloud.........
"I miss you old decrepit house you once had so much life
and kept us safe and warm and dry through many years of strife"
he wanted to be somewhere else, somewhere he called home,
and all that night to the old house his little mind did roam.
He walked out the door with no returning glance.
That old decrepit ruin was worth a second chance!



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