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Dec 2012
They say that my only way
to be home for Christmas
is in my dreams.
If that's true, my
reality must be in
a far away land.

Who knew Boston was
so mysterious...

How long then, must I walk
to either reach the
land of sleep or
wake up to a reality
that includes a home?
N N Johnson
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N N Johnson  34/RI, United States
(34/RI, United States)   
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