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Wednesday, March 19, 2008


Home is not where your heart is or
Where you hang your hat,
For my heart has been divided and
I have no hats
(except for those
I wear in snow).
I would rather have it so that
Home is where I live.
That way, no matter where I move,
My heart is with me too
(and my hats).

Just a cute little thing.

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