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Dick Cheney (Won’t You Please Go Home)

Won't you go home, Dick Cheney, won't you go home
Don’t talk the whole term long
You started with a surplus, but now its spent
Leave poor Barrack alone

Remember that water boarding
That you approved- saying torture isn’t wrong
Now our country’s in the tank and it’s you we have to thank
Dick Cheney, won't you please go home

Won't you go home, Dick Cheney, won't you go home
Don’t talk the whole term long
You started with a surplus, but now it’s spent
On your “forever” wars

Remember that last Election
We turned you out -and made you take the idiot back home
You were good for Halliburton but the rest of us are hurting
Dick Cheney won’t you please go home

When your own daughter don’t like Dick
That must make a man heartsick
Dick Cheney, won't you please go home
 
John F. McCullagh

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  198.     

The Place I Call Home

I'm leaving now.
I'm going home.
I'm leaving now.
To the place I call home.

I won't come back.
I'll be at home.
I'll be happy there.
The place I call home.

Where the birds sing.
And the flowers dance.
Where the wind whispers.
In the place I call home.

The children play.
The stars sparkle.
The dogs bark.
In the place I call home.

I'm going now.
To my home.
Where I'll live freely
In the place I call home
 
MyLittle Secret

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  199.     

Blue Home

Sea, if only you knew how I miss you
you'd come and take me
gently while I'm asleep,
you know I regret it, every time I leave you
blue blue home, take me home
let me fall asleep on your waves
wash my body and my face
breathless I am, my blue home
take me Sea, take me home
this dirt, this sin, this love is making me a sinner
take me home, my blue love,
I am only good when I'm home
on the waves, there's my bed
my light are the stars
you sing me, o lovely whale
I hear your voice...
beg the sea, my whale, to take me home
to my blue blue home!
 
Arta Krasniqi

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The Journey Home

This is the story of the Journey that brought my beloved Companion home.
Now this journey started where the other finished 11 weeks ago,2 states across and the home of her father which also contained a sweet little brother & sister,2 siblings who as yet she had not met.
The journey was an adventure to her that was sent across, from her loved ones she was taken and so it was at the 11 week mark of her trip that she returned to those that missed her most, Her mother & Her friends.
Her journey home was fraught with troubles, the ticket price it had increased and monetary help she now sought.
But now the ticket was bought and her bags were finally packed, she was ready for the journey home.
It was mid-afternoon the hour that she arrived and waiting most expectantly was the one that missed her most.
The joy could not be measured in that that struck him most when her beautiful; face it first appeared to him.
To embrace her was a joy; to kiss her was sheer bliss.
For he knew now for certain that she was finally home.
 
Mark Reed

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