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A Place Called Anywhere

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12/30/2016
I'm on my way
to a place
called anywhere.

Tank full of gas,
getting there fast.

No signs,
no map
to show the way.

Yet still I know
exactly where to go.

Each road to take,
every turn to make.

And when I arrive,
I'll know I'm there—
Finally alive
at a place
called anywhere.

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