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West of the sunset stands my 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 ends of the earth . . . beyond; Drifter's 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 a king, my bed; All that I see is mine to keep; Foolish the fancy seems, But I am rich with the wealth of Sight, The coin of the realm of dreams . . . "Some lines scrawled on the door of a Vagabond's House", by Don Blanding. A precious book that I bought in The Novel Cafe, Pier Street, Santa Monica, which sadly, is no longer there...

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