Wishing to Stay
Passport clutched
Plane in thrust
Wheels touched
Landing
Bags all plucked
Cabs called luck
Grandly standing
A new land I'm handling
With eyes
On the bay
By the mountain
By the way
Of a river fountain
Call it a day
For memory counting
Hit the hay
And wake up for lounging
Wishing to stay.
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