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My heart is in my home. I may not have a phone, But my Mom's yummy baking Is the cookies she is making. Makes me go wild Like a tiny little child. And my warm cozy bed Is perfect for my head To lay down and sleep. Then I will keep My thoughts in my mind And then glance behind Just to make sure That my home is secure. I hear blowing wind After I pinned My home to my heart down deep, Then I will start to sleep.