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57 My Here and There 11/08/10 When I left home, I headed for somewhere I would it was home when I got there. There I am neither there nor here; My idyll’s far from here and there. My essence drove into a brain And brought with it hopes in its train And did aim to peak the mountain Whereon resides no ache and pain. At the end of the day here lie The remnants of he who did vie And sounded own trumpet to fly Away with no wings but my pie. With my pie away, should I chase Its shadow to such a strange place Where my eyes burst at a weird face For which they did not themselves brace? ...

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