Travel Lust
I lust to travel, the world, so grand
As I hold, this ball, in my hands
I slide my fingers along the lines
And dream of the place my index finds
I imagine, myself, near and far
The oceanic floor to the northern star
I enjoy my daily, equator stroll
And sliding from the north to South Pole
The black, red and Mediterranean Sea
North America, the land of the free
Anywhere outside or in between
You'll more than likely find me
On a plane, wrapped in clouds
To New York City with crowds and crowds
Icy North Pacific to west Palm Springs
From whales to shells, falls to Streams
A trip to London for a spot of tea
Then off to Madagascar's magnificent trees
An Asian vacation for authentic fried rice
Then across the rio grand for a little spice
At the end of the day, I embrace a hotel
An Irish castle or humble hay bale
It matters not, where I rest my head
The world's a book, it must be read
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