What a Blessing to Be with Family!
People people everywhere but not a one to speak
What doth belong in shelter's care has walked the street for weeks
To and fro with whistle and blow do they wisp away
Oh my soul how poor they sow of joyful art and play
But I for one will not neglect the gift that lies within
It displays with great respect the beauty of the
For one is here and one is there just waiting to entail
All the joys of daily life and all the pains to bear
So thankful will I always be when it comes to conversation
Because I know that wind and snow can't harm my stout elation
When those outside are lonely in the arms of reality
I can rest with those who care the most: my family.
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