Wanderlust

Cincinnati thunder rolls

on the corners of my skin

this heart that beats

to the beat of England

whispers Italy within

got no money to waste

nor time to spend

not for mountains

or beaches or deserts

just sit tight

in this little old town

in our little house

with the small minded neighbors

who know all our whereabouts

there is

no sign of danger

in this well known

i cannot stay here

if i never leave

i will never grow.

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