New Home Poems

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New Home

A house is bricks and wooden beams
A home is made of love and dreams

Moving House poems verses

You're great friends, going (overseas) (away)
We'll miss you very much
Our email address is (mickeymouse@disney.com)
Please, please let's keep in touch

Jon Bratton c 2005

New Home poems verses

My (Our) friendship with you is special
And I (We) hope it never ends
Even though you'll be miles and miles away
Let's stay the best of friends

jon Bratton c 2005

moving house poems verses

Sorry that you're leaving,
Glad it's only for a while
It will only be a short time
Until we see, again, your smile

You know we're going to miss you
You'll be back.. we're not sure when
So Good Luck, enjoy the challenge
Until you're with us, once again

Alternative verse

(You'll be back amongst us in (July)
We'll miss you, of course, till then
But good luck, enjoy the challenge
Until you're with us, once again)

Marjie

Moving Away Poems Verses

You're a very special person
Always destined to go far
I hope the nice folk of (Canada) (Australia) (New Zealand)
Know just how lucky they are

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New Job & Home

You're a very special person
Destined to go far
I hope your new workmates and neighbours
Know how lucky they are

**

When the boxes are gone
And you've cleaned up the mess
You'll make a home of the house
That was just an address

Jon Bratton c 2006

moving house poems verses

Here's hoping very avidly
Your house move will be trouble-free
And very soon you will be
Settled very comfortably

Jon Bratton c 2004

Leaving Verses Poems Quotes

It don't make a difference how rich ye get t' be'
How much yer chairs and tables cost, how great the luxury;
It ain't home t' ye, though it be the palace of a king,
Until somehow yer soul is sort o' wrapped round everything.

Within the walls there's got t' be some babies born an' then...
Right there ye've got t' bring em up t' women good, an' men;
Home ain't a place that gold can buy or get up in a minute;
Afore it's home there's got t' be a heap o' living in it." Edgar Albert Guest

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