| Amount of texts to »home« | 48, and there are 47 texts (97.92%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 93 Characters |
| Average Rating | 6.771 points, 15 Not rated texts |
| First text | on Apr 1st 2001, 00:14:50 wrote Titania about home |
| Latest text | on Feb 18th 2018, 03:37:54 wrote Jeff about home |
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(overall: 15) |
on Jul 1st 2014, 23:17:18 wrote
on Sep 23rd 2001, 17:37:40 wrote
on Nov 23rd 2001, 17:46:39 wrote |
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
>>>Sounds good to me!
Now, all the time I had been on my visit, I had been ungrateful to my home again, and had thought little or nothing about it. But I was no sooner turned towards it, than my reproachful young conscience seemed to point that way with a ready finger; and I felt, all the more for the sinking of my spirits, that it was my nest, and that my mother was my comforter and friend.
Back home again in Indiana,
And it seems that I can see,
The gleaming candlelight still shining bright
Through the sycamores for me.
The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance
from the fields I used to roam.
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
then I long for my Indiana home.
What makes someone feel at home anywhere in the world?
Being at home inside one's self, I think.
I often leave home early in the morning, and roam about fields and lanes all day.
Show me the way to go home.
I'm tired and I wanna go to bed.
Oh, I had a little drink about an hour ago.
And it went right to my head.
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