WHEN I GET HOME
When I get home to where I'm
going I may give you a call : To
see if the card-sharks are still around
and those guys with the souped-up cars.
To see if the tall oaks are gone now,
and just more paving and just more
grounds. People seem to swarm now,
everywhere.
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If I get home , to where I'm going,
I'll send you a card when I set out -
so you know to expect me. I want a
block-party and a street-fair put up in
my name. I can throw some money
here and there; find me a cause - but
something not too dear. I've had enough
of those pink-ribbon ladies and crippled
vets. Make it simple. Food banks, etc.
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After I made my first five-million, I
still kept thinking of home. The girls I left,
that strip of houses by the brook, the
little woods were we used to sit. It's funny
how things stay in your mind. This Califonia
crap no longer makes it - agents and guides,
managers and designers. Cars that go 185.
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To where, and by whom? That's really all
we ever need to now. I'll be home soon.
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