Home is where the Heart is

For those who don't own a home-As bland as it is to sayImagine the pain, the dismayof not being able to curl up in one's abode People say all roads lead to RomeSo despite all the bills to payand the damage, come what may,I can't live without a home! Whether I'm trapped on a island, surrounded by sandI'll be perfectly fine inside my own plot of land

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

cornchowder

Oh jeez, it was broken into lines before, could someone please help me format this? It won't let me break it down for some reason.

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