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 once upon a time



Another place to fix up, perhaps call it home,
Have to wait and see. Never know, might settle.
stop awhile, try calling it home, not the house,
Flat, bungalow, impersonal appendages’ 
Flittering around not having to pay them any mind.
No meaning in their subtext, 'just names' attached, so as
I won’t believe I belong in the house, flat, bungalow,whatever.
PUTmyself in the moment, as a picture on the wall
one that someone else remarks on, as he used to be here,
But he moved on, Gods knows where too, he always moved on.
Perhaps today I will call this place home, but then again 
I used that word perhaps, maybe:- stop, stay- say hello to home.
Shouldn’t be difficult to do I’m from the area, left it 55 years ago
Aged 12, my mother moved to a bigger  house- 'not a home'
And after all the moving on have come full circle ‘infinity’-perhaps
But I’m thinking, thinking, that I will call it home settle in
lay my head down, when I awaken, know I’m home.
But truth be told, I've moved on.

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