As we journey far away,
And o'er the land do roam,
'Tis a pleasant sound to hear,
"Pray, make yourself at home."
But vain as it is useless,
For whether it be cot or throne,
On this wide, wide earth,
There is no place like home.
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| (The repair trucks in front of our home are a foreshadowing of the next post.) |
Though we had a huge, unpleasant surprise when we got here, it still was So good to be home!
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