Always Home
Many a day, I wrote all alone,
all by myself, no one else was home.
Reading each line, capturing the mood,
writing is my comfort, my satisfying food.
Line after line, word after word,
pages of life, no one ever heard.
Then one day, my life took a turn,
this amazing place welcomed me,
a place called Soup,
where so much can be learned.
Now I write, but never alone,
this place called Soup,
where my friends are always home.
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