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A Case For Art

There's a street in the city
where my home is.
It's a street like thousands of others,
rows of terraced houses with cars parked outside,
but to me it's home.
It's a friendly pair of arms waiting to welcome me in
when I'm tired and weary, enveloping me with it's familiar
scent.
It's a quiet refuge when all are at work and school.
It's safety and friendship and comfort when needed.
It's where I am accepted as me,
Where I can be Jane and not worry about the impression I
make.
It's a welcome sight after a long, hard day.
It's sharing drinks and laughter in the summer over garden
walls.
Its commiseration and sympathy when things are going wrong
or the day's been 'one of those days'
It's spare keys and cups of tea, feeding pets and taking in
parcels,
It's gossiping on the doorstep, arms folded in time - honoured
fashion.
It's can I borrow some milk till I get to the shops.
It's home.

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Linda