'Home' - a poem by The Nine Year Old

I can see my brover goin to sleep.
I can heer musick playin quitly.
I can smell delishus cakes bakein in the hot uvan.
At home I feel relacxed and peasfull.
At home I have my Mum and A***, my Dad and K*** , my brover and a gold fish.
I play games and read books.
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By The Nine Year Old.
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I would like to point out that the penultimate line does not mean that these people and the fish all live together in one house.  Now that, would be a differently poem entirely!!

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