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Paw Paw told me long ago,

When I was just a lass,

The rolling stone will not grow moss,

And about that "greener grass".

But I was young and I knew more,

Than a foolish, silly man.

I meant to set my world on fire,

To travel sea and land.

I knew that somewhere on the earth,

I'd find my dream come true.

There'd be no rain, nor sorrow's pain,

The skies would all be blue.

I roamed so far away from home,

That no one there could trace,

The little girl at Paw Paw's knee,

With braids and dirty face.

I vanished as I scoured the globe

In search of peace of mind.

And never knew that Paw Paw's love

Was what I needed all the time.

The letter came in Timbuktoo,

As I dined on a china plate.

Paw Paw had died of a heart attack,

And so it was too late.

The jet that flew me back in style,

The rental car I used,

Were only means to get me home,

And saddened now, I mused.

My Paw Paw tried to tell me once,

But I didn't want to hear.

The finest place on earth, it's true,

Is WHEREVER love is near.