Our Castle

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Day 68 366@40


Our house is our castle, of wood brick or stone,
A place to feel safe, a place to call home.
We make it so pretty, and secure it as well,
Somewhere we can then relax, in it's comforts I tell.

Our house is our castle, your all ready to defend,
A place for your things, a place we do mend.
We surround with a garden, with lawn and tree's,
No part is any better, to put you at ease

Our house is our castle, which we strive to keep,
A place full of memories, a place for nights sleep.
Although there is no keep, or a moat all around,
This is a real castle, my home I have found.

Our house is our castle, we do have such pride,
A place to have, a place you can hide.
The castle is in ruins, but still makes a stand,
Our home is our castle, right here on this land.

 
 
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