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WANDERLUST
Far away lands I do implore
getting away to explore.
All the world has to offer
one cannot be a scoffer.
Taken by rail, by foot or plane,
surely I cannot complain.
Wherever the whim leads me
I cannot foresee.
Because where I end up at
it's like reaching a summit.
Down in the valleys, up the road.
Temporarily, it's an abode.
Michaela Warren 2011
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