A place called home

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Peace perfect peace

He likes to be alone,
No people, No problems, No worries,
Just him, his dogs, and a place called home.

His home is a small place away from you all,
It's not a modern place, it's got 18inch thick walls, a beamed cieling and Latched doors,
A Belfast sink and solid slate floors.

It's a home full of life,
There's loads of spiders and strange webb forming things that work all through the night,

The result is a work of art, Lace like silk, day light shines through with a hint of mist in the back ground,
but its not a work of art to the victim,
Only to the likes of me and you,

The Log burner that serves me well,
Gives off lots of heat and that wood burning smell.

The view from the windows in any direction are good,
Ive a huge Lake in one direction and i can see woods to my left, And a deep valley thats covered for miles with what looks like cotton wool balls,
But in fact are sheep,
Because its a peaceful place its an address i'll keep, And as long as theres no people here I'll enjoy peace perfect peace

He likes to be alone, just him, his dogs and a place called home.
 

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