The smell of the yeast
The warmth of the wood
That fades over years
The taste in my mouth
At the end of theday
When I�m content with my silence
With nothing to say
The hug from the man
That told me the truth
When I needed adventure
To help bring me through
A roof full of secrets
That heard every laugh
Wonky old tiles
Holding the past
Two months of madness
One month of calm
A little girl away from home,
Welcomed with open arms
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