Home Sweet Home
It was SATURDAY...and there were chores to do.
Empty all trash and mop floors too
....my back hurts and my feet
my brain yelled "keep going"
Sweep sweep sweep...
By Friday after work
I was tired and weak
I opened the front door to home
.....creak.
The easy meal was a great fill
the easy chair felt like clouds in air
the house was clean and great to be seen.
...love was there
isn't that neat?
in my cuddly bed...I fell fast asleep.
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