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Finding Elsewhere
I've got time
So I'm walking down a newly discovered tree lined street
The dog delighted, I don't know where I am but I can retrace my steps
As many birds as I've ever heard are singing
Some machinery somewhere attempts to disturb the peace but fails
If I time my steps to the forget me nots they tap out a tune
It made no sense to forget to breathe earlier, but I didn't have time then
It feels like I'm elsewhere
Things are old and neat
Except this lamppost - it avoids light pollution
Perhaps to hide this place
I'm compelled to step on the cobbles but don't
I'm at the end of street
I know where I am
There is traffic but not bird song
The dog is still delighted
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