Quietude
It's easy to know which way to go
To find a place I care to know,
Merely follow the railroad track
The one that calls 'clickety clack'
And trail it to anywhere,
I know a place, it's over there,
Where the sign points 'Interlude,'
A place of peace, of quietude,
Strangely though, except for me
I cannot sense tranquility,
Maybe, I'll just stay my roam
Where gratitude is peace of home
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