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Singing Where Nobody Goes Ron AI
Where Nobody Goes
Down in the country,
Where nobody goes.
Got no money,
No new clothes.
Barely get by,
On what I got.
And what I got,
Ain't a lot.
Food I gather,
Or catch if I can.
There's no free lunch,
In nobody’s land.
But life is simple,
If you like it that way.
Trade or cash,
If you have to pay.
I'll see you soon,
Where nobody goes.
We're all headed there,
As our debt grows.
Copyright 2025 © Ronald W. Hull
12/11/25
You can read and print this poem at my website here.
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