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There’s A Place Where I Go

This poem is going to be prominently displayed when I buy my island and build a house on it. Just a little motivation to work hard and escape the cube farms.

Nobody Knows it But Me

There’s a place that I travel,
When I want to roam
And nobody knows it but me.

The roads don’t go there,
And the signs stay home
And nobody knows it but me.

It’s far, far away and way, way afar,
It’s over the moon and the sea,
And wherever you are going,
That’s wherever you are
And nobody knows it but me.

-Patrick O’Leary