Coming Home Poem by Abdimajid Abdisamed

Coming Home



Everyday I come home to
A warm bowl of soup and rice
What I think is really nice
Is when I come home to you

I like all the changing leaves
Though it is all forsaken
'Cause today a bunch of theives
Came home and stole my bacon

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