I never wanted a white picket fence.
Not a beautiful garden,
Or a house, either.
I just wanted a home.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
Home
I never wanted a white picket fence.
Not a beautiful garden,
Or a house, either.
I just wanted a home.
