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VAGABOND'sHOUSE
by
Don Blanding
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West
of the sunset stands a house,
there...
and east of the dawn;
North
to the Arctic runs my yard;
South
to the Pole, my lawn;
Seven
seas are to sail my ships
To
the end of the earth ...beyond;
Drifters'
gold is for me to spend
for
I am a vagabond
Fabulous
cities are mine to loot;
Queens
of the earth to wed;
fruits
of the world are mine to eat;
the
couch of the king, my bed;
All
that I see is mine to keep;
Foolish,
the fancy seems
But
I am rich with the world of Sight,
The
coin of the realm of dreams
When
I
have a house..as I sometime may
...
I'll suit my fancy in every way.
'I'll
fill it with things that have caught my eye
in
drifting from Iceland to Molakai.
It
won't be correct or in period style,
But...oh,
I've thought for a long, long while.
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