Home is where the heart is
We know that is right.
And my happy little apartment
Is my home every night.
By day I have my work
And I'm running to and fro
But at night it is my haven
My mind can go to slow.
Sometimes I go out dancing
And I may be gone a while.
But when I come back to my apartment.
It always makes me smile.
Alonzo G Tillery
2-7-22
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