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By Marcia R. Pinheiro

When you are little

Things sometimes come by means of absorption

Sense of home comes from mother

Mother knows what home is

Home is whatever mother says

When you grow up a little

Home becomes your bedroom

They usually let you have it just for you

That is where you are

Whatever your soul dictates

You are a woman

Now it is going to be rude

Because home is the sex of your man

And what feels good is the nude

You are old

Time has passed

With luck you walked instead of being dragged

Home is now your mind

If they think you live, they must see inside

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