my place or yours.
much the same to me.
lets roam indoors.
lets take the train that meets me.
and i can't judge my grasp.
or hold this door no more.
and i can't place my feet.
well it beats being bored.
and let the light that lifts me.
turn into something else.
and let the dreams that beat me.
be the ones you just can't figure out.
let your mind just wander.
wander back as far as your feet can roam.
let the lights that guide me.
be the ones that take us home.
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|1||Bus Poem #12 Going Home, by robert dickerson|
|2||Where Thou Art—that—is Home, by Emily Dickinson|
|3||The Feet Of People Walking Home, by Emily Dickinson|
|4||Home, by Emily Dickinson|
|5||Home, by Anna Dietze|
|6||Somebody Told Me To Go Home, by kah dig|
|7||On A Trip Home, by Lors Dilouley|
|8||My Jurney To Home, by Rosei Dimitris|
|9||Make It Home, by Ariadne Andromeda Dioscouri|
|10||Take Me Home, by Barbara Dixion|
|11||Home In War-Time, by Sydney Thompson Dobell|
|12||Home At Last, by Miranda Dodge|
|13||Going Home, by Tiyo Dodo|
|14||To My Folks At Home, by Elorm Dogbo|
|15||Home, by Stuart Doggett|
|16||Home, by Silence Dogood|
|17||Home Sweet Home, by bernardo dominguez|
|18||Home Is Where Our Bed Is, by Hontonnu Dominic|
|19||Flight Home, by Dorothy Irene Hillyer|
|20||Who Will Take The Song And Lead It Home, by mary douglas|