Moving - Poem by Claire Page
I maybe home sometime,
But I don't know when,
everyone likes to move now & again
I've been here for eight years now,
Which is quite a long time,
For a scheme which is just a bridge,
From house to house.
I know it is a shame,
To leave all my friends behind,
But it is time for someone else to take my place,
In my eight year home.
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