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Oct 2011
I belong somewhere
where the wind blows
but never too hard

where the leaves change
but never fall

where the rain comes
but never pours

where the trees grow
but not too tall

where the people laugh
but not too hard

where the smells are good
but not too strong

where the love is huge
but never runs out

I belong nowhere

there is no nowhere

-- it's where I am.
Margaret Bailey Turner
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