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Escape

When summer sun is high above
And temperatures are on the rise
There is a place I dearly love
But, I go in full disguise
A mask I wear upon my face
So, my identity is not known
I go to this hiding place
Where my face is never shown
To just relax or hide a while
To get away from it all
No one knows me for miles and miles
My name they never call
Where, you ask is such a place
You too may want to go
To just escape that hectic pace
This place you already know
This place is merely in your mind
Where you control the flow
Whenever you choose to take the time
To this place you're able to go


Patrick Wayne Hollier
Copyright 2001 Patrick Hollier



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