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Dec 2010
The Far Away Resort

I want a place where sidewalk ends
The roads are straight and no bends
The Grass grows tender soft and white
The Sun burns gentle crimson bright
The moon-bird rests from its dreary flight
the peppermint wind blows
cool and slight.
It is a pasture wide and green
I am looking and looking for it
And yet to be seen

Let me be free and go past
from where the black smoke
rules the roost
Dreams are shatterd and
Hopes go bust
the streets are full of pits
the Potholes are allowed to grow
let me walk a walk however
measured and slow
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