Tuesday, March 29, 2011

This old house

The house that built me was not big.




The house that built me was not fancy.



The house that built me was rarely clean.



The house that built me was bulging at the seams.



The house that built me was made out if laughter.



The house that built me was full if love and service.



The house that built me will always be home

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