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Where I Lay My Head

I'm a rambler, I'm a rover, Yonder's where I long to be. Where living's leaner, senses keener, Grass is greener's home to me. Tumbleweeds are my companions, True vagabonds make best of friends. Desert highways, country byways All go my way in the end. At times I get a little lonely And think I might try settling down, 'til I remind myself that roots are binding, And I hightail it out of town. Guess I'll always be a drifter, Yonder beckons, bids me come. Around the bend my road's unending, And where I lay my head tonight is home.

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Date: 8/25/2022 2:33:00 PM
Wow! What an unencumbered way to be! It’s not my way of being but you sure make it sound appealing, Jim! Great poem…
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Jim Slaughter
Date: 8/26/2022 9:39:00 AM
It's not my "way of being" anymore, either, Ilene, but in the good old days of my youth, and especially when I was trying to be an actor, it pretty much was. The thought occurred to me yesterday as I was posting this piece that I have been here in my current location longer than I have lived anywhere else in my entire life. Some accomplishment at this late stage, huh? Thanks for stopping by.

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