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So I hum Simon and Garfunkel as I watch the people pass,
Life in a rush, it goes way too fast,
Got to get to, must be at, can’t be late now.
Got to get to, must be at, can’t be late now.
And a smile is playing on my lips, the wind is in my hair.
Nobody has time to look, no one to stop and stare.
Got to get to, must be at, can’t be late today.
Got to get to, must be at, can’t be late, no way.
©️Juliette Turrell
I hope you have an ear worm now, that song has been going through my head all morning… I wish I was, homeward bound.
Juliette Turrell 
I’m not too proud to tell you I have a Simon and Garfunkel playlist that Alexa puts me to sleep with on a Friday night.
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That says a lot 😂
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I like this. I think we all wish to be homeward bound, especially those of us who don’t even remember \where home is anymore. I know I’d certainly hop on that train if it would take me home. Smooth and lyrical and smile-inducing. Nice work, Juliette! 🙂
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Thank you Mike 🤗 sometimes I think I could be more lyricist than poet, I just haven’t found a musician to make my words sing.
I’ve moved around this little country a lot, home for me is where I make it, with my special people (the cats and the liability puppy included) I have no other home to go to but my current one. (Although all my parents and steps are still with us, they aren’t ‘home’) It feels a little rootless at times, but I have always made home where I am and I find that suits me.
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says it so succinctly —
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