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|where to go (standard:poetry, 122 words)|
|Author: Hypatia||Added: May 12 2001||Views/Reads: 1923/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is a weird Dr. Seusish ditty. I have no idea where in my mind it came from.|
What am I doing here? I have no clue. Really I donít. What am I to do? I think I am searching for something, something I can't find. If it doesnít turn up soon, Iíll lose my mind. I've looked in the basement. Iíve looked in the attic. Iíve looked in the living room. Iíve just about had it. My eyes are so tired I barely can blink. I have even looked in the kitchen sink. What am I looking for? I really canít say, but Iíll keep looking anyway. Maybe Iím searching for love or adventure or it could be something simple and small. What if Iím just looking for a place to call home? That doesnít seem hard at all. Tweet
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