Ive still got fond memories of that house,
The house where i took birth,
It was not a big one,
But was not too small,
It was something in the middle,
The size dosnt matter what really does,
Is the warmth, the love, and the care,
That i felt always, it was always there,
I could not imagine life elsewhere,
It always smelled mainly of three things that i loved and still do,
And that was food, food and food,
Oh! How ‘tasty’ were those childhood days!…
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