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Missing You!© When I am here, I miss being there When I am there, I miss being here When I am in solitude, I miss companionship When I have companionship, I miss solitude When I am single, I miss being in relationship When I am in relationship, I miss being single When I am working, I miss not working When I am not working, I miss working When I am in the city, I miss the countryside When I am in the countryside, I miss the city When it is winter and it is cold, I miss the summer When it is summer and too hot, I miss the winter When I am on the prairies, I miss the mountains When I am in the mountains, I miss the prairies When I am on the rim of the Grand Canyon, I miss being at the bottom When I am at the bottom of the Grand Canyon, I miss the rim, When I am on the ocean, I miss dry land When I am on dry land, I miss the ocean When I am flying, I miss the ground When I am on the ground, I miss flying When I am on the east coast, I miss the west coast When I am on the west coast, I miss the east coast Maybe what I am missing is the point of it all Andreas Simic©
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Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 7:10 AM UTC
Missing You
Missing You!© When I am here, I miss being there When I am there, I miss being here When I am in solitude, I miss companionship When I have companionship, I miss solitude When I am single, I miss being in relationship When I am in relationship, I miss being single When I am working, I miss not working When I am not working, I miss working When I am in the city, I miss the countryside When I am in the countryside, I miss the city When it is winter and it is cold, I miss the summer When it is summer and too hot, I miss the winter When I am on the prairies, I miss the mountains When I am in the mountains, I miss the prairies When I am on the rim of the Grand Canyon, I miss being at the bottom When I am at the bottom of the Grand Canyon, I miss the rim, When I am on the ocean, I miss dry land When I am on dry land, I miss the ocean When I am flying, I miss the ground When I am on the ground, I miss flying When I am on the east coast, I miss the west coast When I am on the west coast, I miss the east coast Maybe what I am missing is the point of it all Andreas Simic©
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Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 7:10 AM UTC
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