Nobody Knows it But Me

There's a place that I travel,
When I want to roam
And nobody knows if but me.

The roads don't go there,
And the signs stay home
And nobody knows it but me.

It's far, far away and way, way afar,
It's over the moon and the sea,
And wherever you are going,
That's wherever you are
And nobody knows it but me.

-Patrick O'Leary

(c) 2002 GM Corporation
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I just love this poem. So what if it's ad copy for GM.
What the words mean to me is special and I thought you gorgeous darlings might like it.


Toodles,