Home is a place to make your own
Not just a place to store your stuff
Bought or rented, shared or alone
Simply living somewhere is not enough
A house is a canvas crying out to be used
To be loved and admired and unique
Photos, wallpaper, paint, whatever you choose
Tell the stories these walls would tell if they could speak
So that when the time comes and it’s all packed away
And you’ve had your leaving parties
You’ll have done the house proud for you know what they say:
“Home is where your art is”

(c) Rich Clarkson 2011


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