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Friday, October 3, 2014

The home left Behind

I was homesick for a home I left behind.
When I wandered over the horizon long ago.
I was homesick til I found a home in a dale,
where the babies cried and fat tongues wagged,
and I went out each day to make my way.
And then one day I sat and thought,
I'm surrounded by friends, I'm not alone.
I might be here. I might be there.
But my heart is still and I am home.

Christopher H. Holte

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