A poem about my home

My bed is warm, my pillows are fluffed My siblings are crazy and can be rough. My parents are loving, they are always hugging, I have a roof over my head, I am so lucky to have a bed. Home is having food to eat, my favourite is salad, it makes me want to sing a ballad. I'm so lucky to have a home and a family to love.

Eliza

5 Année

Smiths Falls, Ontario

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