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A place to live in
A place to stay
A place where you can enjoy your day

A place they sell an old ancient stamp
A place that never grows so damp

And all to think of in your dreams,
It might not be what it seems.

This poem was written/submitted by Jerry Lover.

Category: Life Poems
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