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The doorbell rings, the hallway’s clear,
A coat rack stands to hold my gear.
The doormat greets with words so kind,
A sturdy door is close behind.
The living room is warm and bright,
With curtains drawn to block the light.
A sofa soft, a rug below,
The fireplace with its steady glow.
The kitchen hums with pots and steam,
The oven bakes a sweet, warm dream.
The fridge is full, the counter clean,
A perfect place where meals begin.
In the dining room, the table’s set,
With matching plates, the nicest yet.
The chairs aligned, the glasses tall,
A feast prepared to please us all.
The bedroom’s calm, the sheets are neat,
A wardrobe keeps my clothes complete.
A bedside lamp for gentle glow,
A cozy spot I always know.
The bathroom shines with tiles so white,
The mirror reflects the morning light.
The shower streams, the sink is near,
A stack of towels, fresh and clear.
Tripsteps helps me learn with ease,
From chimney tall to balcony breeze.
Each word at home is now my own,
A house becomes a space well-known.
The study’s quiet, books in a row,
A desk where all my ideas flow.
The laundry room with its trusty machine,
Keeps every shirt and sheet pristine.
The basement deep with boxes piled,
A storage room both neat and wild.
The attic high with beams of wood,
A secret space where memories stood.
The garden blooms with flowers wide,
A patio rests by its side.
The fence encloses the grassy ground,
A place where peace is always found.
The windows shine with sunlight’s glow,
The roof above protects below.
Each room a part of life I see,
My home’s a world of harmony.