my house is far
and at night i drive alone
it may be the same lonely road
at first i may have
disliked it
but time and the weathers
are good teachers
it is when we are alone
that we begin to talk to ourselves
when we become close friends
when we realize we are stronger than that
day before
when i arrive home
my five dogs meet me as though i am their god
my wife waits for me
and every arrival is always a sweet story
my house is far
but despite all these it will always be my home
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