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Where In the World Are You

N ow I’m not one to complain. O ther people think I’m insane, W hen I tell them where I’m from. H earing their laughter thumps like a drum. E ach and every man jack or two, R eally hates thinking my origins are true. E arly on, I’ve rejected this questions’ repetitive drone, M ore than once I’ve pinpointed my geographical zone. A nswering the question, hope you’ll understand, “N owhere man, from nowhere land!” For the “where in the world are you?” contest, With “a little help from my friends.”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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