My Home, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow
Posted: 2014-09-22 01:21:26 UTC
I had a home refused to go to school.
They told me you must have homeworks to do.
And worth of the things would stay,
depend on the works i have done.
How I treat my meals by affinity beyond.
How I threaten by the fairy tales,
they dream of to have more words then true love.
I lost much, earn some.
Where am I is what I miss the most.
By the long drudge and orders.
Maybe i have forgoten how good to be with you God.
But my home is what i had make dream come true,
now i grasp to have you.

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