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About This Poem
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.”
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