From A Fantasy World
I am from musty leather-bound books.
A world of raw salty oceans and vine-engulfed jungles.
A land of pages where I can fly high if only I believe.
I am from Hogwarts, the North Pole,
Kalamazoo or the Great Barrier Reef.
I am from anywhere and everywhere I can imagine.
I am from this very room, or possibly just this rinky-dink town,
Or perhaps even the entire world,
In all the places connected to here, wherever here is,
Or perhaps I am from the Ireland and Germany
That my ancesters were so fond of.
But truly I am from freshly-cut grass and barbeques,
Hot dogs squahed onto rolls and bloodied with ketchup.
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